thewordsyouneverunderstood:

“But what if I met my soulmate too young? What if he’s the one, but life separates the two of us like it always eventually does?”

— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #40 (via her-minds-a-mess)

thewordsyouneverunderstood:

“And I’ll tell you, it hurts to be here without you. Here, in this life, this air, this skin. I am bones and blood and veins and toenails, Put together and standing up. Falling. Blinking. Breathing. Lonely and alive. But someone asked me where you’ve been, Why you haven’t been around so much. I did not have the words to tell them, That you are at home and it’s not in me. Your somewhere is not my somewhere. I don’t get the luxury of wishing you were mine, Or even hoping that one day you might be. You are finding ways to belong in new places, I am finding new places to belong in. I am mine and you are yours and it aches. We are breaking in this solitude, slowly, It throbs like uncomfortable new shoes. But like any good pair of shoes does, It will become soft on us, eventually. You will not feel this foreign forever.”

— LEARNING HOW TO MISS YOU // j.f.
(via metaphorsandmadness)