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It really hit me when I was listening to this song: You said you loved me, and that you'd love me forever.
What do I have left to remember you by? A few [entire diary] pages, three guitar picks, earrings, nose rings, the gorgeous star necklace, the angel I put on the tree at Christmas, the last #3 reed you gave me? I don't want to have to remember what i was feeling when we were listening to that song; i want to feel it again and it not be a fading memory. I don't want to get old[er] and forget you, but at the same time, you hurt me. So much.
I can't believe I was stupid enough to truly honestly believe you'd be there for me forever. But I guess that's what love is: trusting the person you love the most, have loved the most, and will probably continue loving (no matter how hard you try not to) and believing that they will always rescue you, like you did so many times.
I don't even have a picture of us