I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via loveless-people)
- i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
- and you know what else? [2000 word rant]
But then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn’t exist anymore. The person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn’t all day long, but that never works.