Because I suddenly realized it— the way to get over you wasn’t by hooking up with some random guy or pretending we didn’t happen. You and I loved each other. And then you broke my heart. I’d been doing everything possible not to face that fact. I’m gonna kiss somebody someday. And when I do… it’ll be for me. Goodbye, Chuck. I’m going home.

Quit looking at me like that

mightycontender:

I want everyone to know
I am not sad,

my mouth is full of noise
and my body full of broken things,

but I myself,
am not broken.