All the words I’ve ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth are about her.
on loving someone who loves someone else. // a.s.m
All the words I’ve ever wanted to hear come out of your mouth are about her.
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back in the same way is a suffering unlike any other. Every minute in their presence is a reminder of what you are not, what you never will be: enough for them. And in the process of loving them, you end up hating yourself.