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I just had someone in Australia tell me that they would fly to California and road trip across the US just to meet me. Why can’t people be like that here? I’m seriously beginning to think that I’m in the wrong fucking country.
I look forward to the days where I will hear your name and a sharp pain will not shoot through my stomach. I look forward to when the color of your eyes fades from my memories and your voice stops echoing in my thoughts and flashbacks. I look forward to when our story isn’t etched into the walls of my heart and you are no longer everywhere I turn. But eventually the time will arrive when you’re just a faded scar that no longer hurts like a freshly made wound.
—e.k.s. (via consumed-bywords)
There was something about her eyes that just made me feel like I knew her before I met her. Everyone else I’ve met since has a beady, cold, glassy stare.