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Less than a week ago, I had lunch with my ex and his new wife. The one I cried over for months and months, the one I imagined I could tear down walls for, the one I thought understood me … Continue reading
Wish I felt that. For you to be happy, for me to be happy. All I wanted was to be happy. Like an animated kid jumping to catch her red helium balloon rising in the wind, I chased it through those … Continue reading
There has not been one day that I haven’t thought of you. Not one day. It is odd to love someone so much that you don’t know what your life is going to be like without them. That you don’t … Continue reading
I only had to be me—a very flawed woman staying true to her heart. – Anonymous I learnt so much about who I am, nothing they do will ever belittle that anymore. Miss Mess xoxo
It might have been my fault. I wished you hell yesterday, I wished it with all my heart Miss Mess xoxo
I must tell you something: You don’t know how good it feels to grasp that you are okay. To actually know. that time in London, and time after hearing the song that used to break me, cloud my mind and … Continue reading
Step on me with your callous conceit, I’ll plant pretty tulips in your garden. Miss Mess xoxo