The truth is that we don’t live in fairy tales. You’re not going to call and say you’re sorry. You’re not going to show up with flowers and tell me you miss me. You’re not going to write and give me any sort of explanation knowing it would comfort me. There isn’t going to be a big romantic gesture because you don’t care. It’s as simple as that. You don’t care, you’re not going to start, so there’s no reason that I should continue to hope that anything will get better than it is. You’re gone. What we were, what we could’ve been, it’s all gone.
That awkward moment when your best friend starts crying and you try to give her a hug but end up pouring her shots of vodka instead because you have personal space issues and don’t know when it’s okay to touch another human being.
It’s just so sad that in looking back on things all I can say is “that was a good night” but as that thought runs through my brain I get filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness and my heart gets heavy and my stomach drops to my knees. They were all good nights, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I just wish we could be those people again.
Happy birthday @coreyornahhh! I have known you since I was eight years old and I could not be happier that we have only grown closer over the years. That and more attractive, thank god. You’re like a brother to me and I love you so much. Have the greatest day because you truly deserve nothing less. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ #allhailprincesscorey #homiesforlife #youreold #bestdateever