September 20th, 2010 was the day we started “dating”
One year later, on September 20th, 2011, we had one final night together before we both moved on.
Ever since that night, we haven’t really talked or been on good terms. and I guess thats okay. I check your facebook, twitter and tumblr from time to time, just hoping maybe you miss me. You seem pretty happy with your current man and I’m pretty happy with my current girl.
You probably don’t check my stuff anymore, because you’ve moved on. I’m happy for you. You probably just forgot about me and don’t really care much anymore.
I’m just never really sure how I feel about how things went down. I know sometimes I miss you.
I’m always going to wonder what if.
I’m always going to have a weak spot for you.
I’m always going to miss you somewhere deep down.
I’m always going to want to meet you.
I’m starting to think I’ll always love you.
What if destiny brings us together again?
What if we could fix things?
What if?
I’d really love to talk to you one more time. Just about us. Our true feelings on how things ended and why. I really just wanna know.
If we never talk again, just please don’t forget me. Please.
Maybe it’s time to fully move on.
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I don’t think we’ll ever be able to coexist peacefully.
And I honestly think that’s a shame.
Anonymous asked: Get over the past.
Thank you for this piece of advice Taylor, I do appreciate it. However, easier than said than done.
To anyone else; Tumblr is a way for people to express themeselves, both negatively and positively, if any follower has an issue with it, I encourage them to unfollow.
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I never understood you, what you stood for, what you meant, what you felt, any of it.
Until now.
Until I stand here, in the same situation you were in, I can say hey, that all makes sense. I’m saying and doing the same things you did. Not because I want to, but because it’s my nature, it’s my mind doing it. Just like yours did it.
Maybe we are a lot more alike than either of us ever understood.
It’s a shame it had to go down that way. Honestly.