The heartbreak of the moment is not endless.
Live through this, and you won't look back. There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave: you were what I wanted, I gave what I gave. I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
You're not a terrible person for wanting to break up with someone you love. You don't need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn't mean you're incapable of real love or that you'll never love anyone else again... It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That's all. Be brave enough to break your own heart.
...that's the weird thing about grief. You can't prepare for it. You think you're gonna cry and get it over with. You make those plans, but they never work.
I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.
The way a book smells when you thumb through it. The way quiet winter air makes you feel like no one else exists. The smell of the woods after a thunderstorm. That split second before your chair tips back. The feeling right before you cry. The euphoria before the heartbreak. That moment when you wonder if they think of you the way you think of them. These things, I live for.
Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...
I took a chance, I took a shot And you may think I'm bullet-proof, but I'm not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are
I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.