“The thing that’s heartbreaking about love is that we convince ourselves it’s more than it ever really is, and we continue to convince ourselves. The tiny memories vividly sharpen once love fades out because we desperately cling to anything that will make us remember the wholeness and whole mess of it. The once meaningless moments suddenly become the ones you so tightly hold on to for fear if you forget the little pieces everything else may vanish as well. I sometimes wonder if my mind didn’t make the entire thing up itself. But it was real. When the entire world around me seems fake I recall slivers of our time together and am convinced once again of the purity and simplicity we had. The most painful part of it all isn’t losing the other person though, it is losing the memory of the time you spent together and eventually losing yourself. When the simple details become blurred and you struggle to grasp them, that is when the deepest pain settles within your heart. It is first forgetting the other person’s breathing, then their heartbeat, and lastly, their voice. You soon forget every detail that once you into love in the first place. And you don’t mean to, but alas, it happens inevitably. Love isn’t what hurts us. It’s losing ourselves that stings. It’s forgetting everything that burns. Because as painful as remembering can be, not remembering is even worse.”

I'm not trying to play the victim. I'm just posting what I feel right now. 

Conflicted

Confused

Depressed

So just keep ignoring this like always...

Like I've been.