I’ve been dreaming lately of a world that isn’t plagued by hate, war, and high standards a place where no one is afraid to be who the are, but then I wake up because I know that in this world these hopes and dreams are not possible
I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
I hate it when people tell others to get over it, because getting over a heart break doesn’t take days, weeks, or even months and even then when you start to appear like your over it your breath will always catch when they walk by you’ll always notice if they’re in the room you’ll always wonder if you had done something different maybe they’d still be with you. You never truly get over a heart break unless someone else steals your heart