I fucking hate admitting to someone that I miss them. It makes me feel so small and pathetic, because while I’m awake at 4am thinking about you, you probably haven’t thought of me in months. It makes me feel so stupid and I honestly wish I could forget you. But I can’t.
There’s a difference between saying Goodbye and letting go.
Saying Goodbye is: ‘I’ll see you again when I’m ready to hold your hand, and when you’re ready to hold mine.’
Letting go is: ‘I’ll miss your hand. But I realized it’s not mine to hold, and I will never hold it again.’
When you meet someone who tries their hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult you are, keep them. Keep them at all costs because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws isn’t something that happens every day.