I hope one of your friends tells you how much of an idiot you are for letting me go. I hope that one day you realize what you let go. Because at one point, you were ridiculously happy with me. It’s petty but I hope you have problems finding that again.
That could just be because I’m hurting, no matter what the things I post say. I’m sad because I was happy and you were the first guy I’d loved since the last one and you promised I could trust you.
But what I’m already learning is that there are a million guys out there that want to date me. The funny part? They’re all like you.
Young, career-path with real life priorities, attractive.
You are not special.
But them? They don’t know how you managed to let me go but I’m pretty sure they’d thank you given the chance.
Because I am young, attractive, and independent. Plus a nerd with no kids?
I’m a mother fucking catch and I hope it haunts you one day.
I hope you fall madly in love with her.
I hope you do all the things you never did with me.
I hope every time you see her your heart skips a beat, and you can’t picture life without her.
I hope she completes you, and that you both decide to begin a life together.
And just as you think life can’t get any better
I hope on a beautiful Sunday morning she wakes up and decides to leave the home you built together.
I hope you never hear from her again.
And just as you feel you might lose your mind from the stress
I hope you remember me and realize that karma never loses an address.
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When you start to miss me, remember that you let me go.
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I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.
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