"The inside of your mouth knows what mine tastes like, does it miss me? Does your tongue get confused when you kiss other people? Do your teeth? Do you drink orange juice and feel the bite of me at the back of your throat? What does your hair look like when it’s mussed by a different set of fingers? Does something inside of you know that it’s wrong? Does your bed look funny without me in it? Do your sheets? What about the kitchen table? Are your hands looking for my hips? Are they looking for my thighs? Do you miss me? Do you miss me?" Azra.T “A List of Questions I Can’t Ask You Now” (via 5000letters)

Yesterday, I was finally able to see you for the first time in five months. You wrapped your arms around me and asked me how I was doing.

Fighting back tears, I wanted to say,

'I am so miserable now that you are never in my life anymore. I've waited months to see you here like this and now our time together is almost up, and I have no idea when I'll get to see you next, if ever again. You are the only person I've ever loved and it hurts so fucking much to see you doing so well while I'm lying on my bedroom floor every night, crying until my eyes are burning and swollen into the next day.'

Instead, my entire body shaking, I flashed a small smile and weakly responded with,

'I'm doing okay.'

You believed the lie, and honestly, I wish you hadn’t.

" R.M., What I didn’t say but wish I had (via orphan-soul)

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