My mom taught me something about relationships when I was growing up. She told me to never be the one to love the other person more. I always thought that was odd. That was until I saw how my mom loved my dad more and let him leave bruises on her skin. That was until I found my best friend drunk, bleeding on her bathroom floor, because the boy she loved more broke her heart and left. That’s why when I start to fall I catch myself. I don’t want to be the one to love more because I’ve seen what that does to people. Oh, but god do I love you more.
silly little me (via merokok)
Holy shit, you have no idea how much this just touched me. I relate to this so much, and my struggle right now is do I stay or do I leave. But if I leave I will miss him. I wouldn’t be able to face the world. He’s the reason I get up. And if I stay? Well… He might change eventually.
floating-in-the-dark asked: I doubt it's as bad as mine... You could always blur your face out..
Yeah… Not really haha