I will never be the perfect girl for you.

I love you I love you I love you

other-wordly:

pronunciation | ‘lE-tOst
note | the extended definition appears in writer Milan Kundera’s work; a more general English translation is sorrow or regret.

I couldn’t let you go tonight. I wrapped my arms tight around you and I clutched to your shirt like a child. Tears poured down raw cheeks and hands trembled as knuckles turned white. I buried my face into the nest of your chest and begged you to stay. One last kiss was not enough.

But you left.

I’m pathetic. It is the middle of the night and I am sitting completely alone in my apartment crying . I can’t bring myself to do anything at all but cry.

I feel like I haven’t seen you in months. I feel like you are leaving me for good. Please come back to me. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.

I don’t even want to think about going to sleep. I fear that it will be too painful. I never thought that I would ever turn into a person like this - one who pines desperately over their love. I cannot bear to spend another night without you. You belong with me. I can’t help but hopelessly hope that you’ll be at my door tonight. I can’t bring myself to do anything but that.

I want more than anything to be the one that you think of.