Dear Someone,

Probably I’ve waited long enough. I wanted it so bad yet I blew it.

You have no idea how my world has changed since I met you 3 years ago and it just keeps on changing.

I crumbled the walls I tried building all my life to let you in and I despise myself for doing so. Probably, it was just a waste of time. I’d like to think it was a waste of time. For I not to feel the hurt, the pain.

My pain based on my failed expectations.

We’ve been foolishly candid telling each other how we felt and feel, yet it doesn’t make sense.

And so now I know what makes perfect sense…

We shouldn’t feel hurt. We shouldn’t feel anything, even the gentlest prick.

We’re tired of hurting, We’re tired of rejections. We’re tired of my wishful thinking! 

But I know what’s more exhausting – hating you. Hating someone that you can turn to when you feel the world has gone wrong and crashing.

It wasn’t easy letting you in or it isn’t easy crossing you out… But we both know what makes perfect sense.

Best Regards,

Dana

I remember how my girlfriends and I made it our weekly routine - Happy Mondays (Cuisine), Superklasse Wednesdays, Snap Crackle Pop Fridays, Sleepless Saturdays.  All the drunken secrets memories and all the crazy people we met. Damnnn. If only the bathroom walls could talk hahaha.

This place defined our adolescent years, I know ya’ll agree with me.  Thanks for the epic nightouts. 

(Source: danadazzles)