It’s okay, my heart can take it
I will never be the girl you want, ever
Not even love, not even close
I was just the distraction you badly needed
But it’s okay, my heart can take it
It’s just another heartbreak
And you’re just a boy

(via ignorance)

(via duplication)
I’m still trying to accept the fact that it will never be me.
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how we were
I know and I am fully aware of what we are at what we’ll ever be. But will it hurt if I wished for things beyond that? Will it hurt if I extend those dreams with you until were old and happy and content? Because I want that too. I want that too with you.
I just wanna come home…to you. To your arms that are ever so gentle and assuring. To your smile that is ever so sweet and comforting. To your eyes that are ever so understanding. I want to come home. I want to come home to you. You are home.