feelin good about yourself but suddenly you look at someone and then you look at yourself again and boom
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"I couldn’t have you in this life," she sad, trying to smile through the tears. "But I like to think that in another life, it would’ve worked out."
He looked at her sympathetically, almost as if that were enough to make him stay with her. But she knew in the end, he didn’t love her, and he didn’t feel the chemistry she did whenever she was around him.
Another tear slipping from her eyes made him snap out of his thoughts. If he didn’t love her, why did it hurt so much to see her like this?
"It would’ve worked out, right? We would’ve been okay? In another life, you would’ve stayed?" Her voice was broken and the begging to know the answer was insufferable.
It wasn’t possible to bear watching her sob like that, and all because of him. Why didn’t he love her? Why couldn’t he? She was offering him her world and he was too selfish to take it, because he wanted other worlds too.
"We would’ve been perfect," he leaned in and whispered, kissing her forehead. "In another life, we would’ve had everything and nobody would’ve been able to stop us."
And that was the most painful goodbye she had ever had to go through. Knowing that loving him wasn’t enough, knowing that maybe, in another life, she wouldn’t have had him either."