I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
The past does not matter, so long as you grow from it. I may waiver and fall at moments, but I catch myself and recenter. I know who I’ve become and what it took for me to get to this point, even of you don’t.
‘How do you know when it’s over?’
‘Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.’
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Gunnar Ardelius, I Need You More Than I Love You and I Love You to Bits (via larmoyante)
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