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Elyce [Uh-Lease]. Straight. 21. Michigan.

Have you ever….

Have you ever met someone that just makes you uncomfortably whole? It didn’t matter what you were doing, or even if you were other people; it just felt right. I met that person once. It could’ve been the carefree summer vibes. Or maybe it was the mutual attraction between two average looking human beings. But really, was it the fact that I couldn’t have all of him? Maybe. Probably. In this moment I wish I would have left your memory in the park on that day we just read and didn’t speak. Or maybe that day we drove and saw all of the small and overlooked pleasures of this small town. Those are the days I want to remember, but unfortunately I’m stuck with the memory of you admitting that this just wasn’t something that you could continue without ultimately stringing me along.

Sometimes I wonder why it is that my heart is as open and caring for people who don’t always deserve it. What would have happened had I met you 5 years down the road? Would this still have mattered as much as I think it does now? I’m spiteful. Bitterly spiteful because once again it seems like I can’t get what I want. 

But, this too shall pass.

— 3 days ago
#have you ever  #heartbreak  #memory  #memories  #moments  #broken  #spite 

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master-haku:

My last picture of Millie got like 100 notes so here’s another. ^.^

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If they don’t reply to your texts — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t call you — they’re not interested in you.

If they forget your birthday — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re hung up on their ex — they’re not interested in you.

If they’re obsessed with being single — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want to meet your friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t want you to meet their friends — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t ask questions about your life — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t tell you things about their life — they’re not interested in you.

If they only speak to you when they want to have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they only have sex with you when they’re drunk — they’re not interested in you.

If they say “should we just keep this between us?’ after you have sex with them — they’re not interested in you.

If they don’t have sex with you — they’re not interested in you.

If they can always find a psychobabble rationale about who “I am” or “you are” or “we are” as reason why you can’t be together — they’re not interested in you.

If they have said for more than six months that they would like to be with you “BUT” — they’re not interested in you.

And if you still need convincing — think of it this way. Think of what the real day-to-day of life is taken up by. Life is birthday parties at terrible pubs. Life is losing your credit card and the annual Melbourne Cup sweepstake in the office. Life is hen’s nights, bucks’ nights, sitting on the phone for three hours to get U2 tickets and not getting them, the apartment upstairs flooding your house, interval training, calorie counting, cancer scares, illegal mini cabs, Secret Santa, rail replacement buses and Dido albums. Dogs die, cars crash, bin liners break, contracts end, curtain rails collapse, trains get delayed, football teams lose. Divorce happens and so do earthquakes and so does An Audience With Michael Bublé. Landlords put rent up, phones get stolen and the supermarket often completely runs out of hummus.

Now, taking all of the above into account — you look me dead in the eye and tell me the truth. Do you really have enough spare energy to pursue someone who isn’t interested in you? Do you really want to waste any more time on top of all of that? No. Me neither. So give it up, my friend. It’s a loser’s game. Delete their number. Don’t go on any more dates with them. Stop lurking their Facebook page. Feels good, doesn’t it?

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Pass this on Tumblr

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very important information

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