You don’t always get second chances to keep someone. You don’t always get the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh, and the eighth, and the ninth chance to decide you’re going to take them seriously. They are not always going to be that forgiving. You’re lucky if they forgive you once. Appreciate what you fucking have and treat them the way they fucking deserve to be treated. Don’t make them ask for it. For god’s sake don’t make them beg. Don’t ever let them realize that they could do better than you. Because after that first slip, they will always be able to. Don’t make them ask you to change. Don’t make them fucking ask you to love them, don’t ever make someone ask to just feel more of it. Don’t ever let who you have fucking question if you want them or not. They don’t want to leave you. They don’t want to move past you. They don’t want to be the fucking tough one who makes that decision. Don’t you get that? They know how much more was suppose to come. They know how much happier things could have been. But sometimes there isn’t any more room for your apologies, they were the only ones working and loving towards that beautiful beautiful thing that was right in your grip, if you would have ever once paid it any mind. And you’ll sit and you’ll feel pain when it’s gone when it’s had enough and you’ll fucking see that loss that’s going to be sitting on your own ass and you will get to sleep and cry and feel and fucking drag yourself through your days with that curled up right next to you and I hope to god it never lets up. And I just want you to think to yourself and don’t you agree that it is sad, it is sad that it was taken this far for you to finally see that precious thing that you neglected for so long. Now you can see it. Now you can see me. So maybe now you’ll see me for as long as I stuck around to try and see you. Maybe now you will understand through your own suffering what it was like to want someone with no response.
Love them. Be gentle with them. Don’t fucking hurt them. Why do I always seem to be the only one who knows what it means to carry a heart like it’s my own.
(via 24ribs)
