dearoldlove:

The list of things we have in common is endless. However, the list of cons is even longer. This makes zero sense. 

dearoldlove:

My cell phone’s battery life has improved significantly, now that I don’t text or speak to you anymore.

dearoldlove:

At what point do I have to stop saying “crush” and start saying “unrequited love”?

dearoldlove:

What makes me sad is that I will never be the one who truly broke your heart.

dearoldlove:

One day I’ll find the words that describe my absolute loneliness and heartwrenching pain eloquently enough to end up on this website.

dearoldlove:

I didn’t know I fell in a love with a girl who’s heart was so bent it can’t break.

dearoldlove:

The stars on my ceiling were fake, but with you they seemed real.

dearoldlove:

Our emails are saved in a folder called “Once upon a time.” Sometimes I read them to travel through time

dearoldlove:

Sometimes I wonder who the hell writes these things—then I get drunk and write one myself.

dearoldlove:

All I’ve wanted to do is go camping with you, your hand clasped in mine, the stars a canopy to our dreams.