Darla!

Category: heartbreak

  • 18 September 2012

    … was the day I managed to suck this straw and finished my drink in one breath.

    It was the day you told me you had to go.

    It was the day I told you you didn’t actually have to go.

    It was the day you went anyway, leaving me alone at the parking lot to finally gain the strength to carry on.

    It was the day I told myself to think that everything would be alright.

    It was the day I believed that “Tomorrow will be better.”

    It was the day before the day I died.

    It was the day the 2012 apocalypse started (silly Mayans had no clue at all!)

    It was the day.

    It would always be the day.

  • “But I promise you, you’ll see the sun again.”

    {via}

    See The Sun by Dido on Grooveshark

    And you’re asking me why pain’s the only way to happiness,
    and I promise you you’ll see the sun again…

  • Survive.

    {via}

    At one moment in your life, you might be so broken that you would start thinking “How could I survive this far?”. I mean, it’s not like you’ve never had a broken heart before. You’ve loved and lost. You’ve had your heart and feeling bruised and battered. You’ve fought some wars. But now there’s this scar, an enormous scar that doesn’t seem to be able to heal as easy as the other scars before.

    Someone built you up so high, only to let you come crushing to the ground. He picked up the pieces of you, only to throw them back all together.

    And you can’t stand this city anymore. Because in every street, every building, every place, you can smell his perfume. Every song you listene to reminds you of his smile & his laughter. Wherever you go, you’d hope that he happened to be there too (either by pure coincidence or because you read each other’s check-ins on Foursquare). You read between the lines in his newest blog post, you watch his Twitter’s timeline; looking for a sign if he’s still thinking of you the same way you think of him.

    All you want is for him to come and knock on your door. Once again.

    But things are complicated. Things have been said and done. You want to be mad, but not sure at whom. In the end, you only hate yourself even more than before. All your friends (bless them!) keep telling you to watch the warning sign, but you’re just too dumb stubborn to listen.

    You keep believing in someday.

    So tell me now, how could I survive this far?

    Because I don’t think I’ll survive this one.

  • used to

    Funny how someone who once was your best friend, the one who knew you the most, now becomes a total stranger.

    He used to understand your thoughts even when you didn’t say them out loud, but now he can’t even understand no matter how hard you try to explain.

    He used to make your day a little bit brighter, even the gloomiest one, but now he makes your life miserable.

    He used to want to talk to you all day long, but now he can’t even call you on the phone to try to fix things that are too broken to be fixed.

    He used to text you sweet words, called you ‘sweetheart’, but now he texts you sarcasms and calls you ‘GIRL’ (caps lock on).

    What you need to know is:
    Things happen for a reason.

    If one bad breakup can change him that much, imagine how much he could change when he has to face bigger problems.

    Maybe, just maybe, it’s God’s way to show you the real him.

  • a tale of the lonely sock

    Inspired by this.

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    I’m sure you have at least one pair of socks, am I right? They’re very helpful. When it’s hot, they absorp the sweat on your feet. When it’s cold, they keep your feet warm. They keep your delicate skin from the rough part of your shoes. They’re simply amazing!

    But, what would happen if we lost one of them? There’s nothing we can do with the remaining, lonely sock. We can’t buy one sock to accompany it. We can’t wear it with a non-matching sock. It would be forever alone, forever forgotten. We would throw it into the deepest, darkest part of our closet. We would throw it into the trash can. We would buy a new pair and walk away with them.

    {source}

    A pair of socks are meant to be together. They belong to each other. And if I were the left sock, you’d be the right one. Now there’s only me: the remaining, lonely sock. It’s only a matter of time until I get to be thrown into the closet. I hope I would find you there and we would be a pair of socks once again.

    Sincerely,
    Putdar.