I really thought that I wanted you, or thought you were going to be the one. I have spent so many years, so much of my love and my time dedicating myself to you. To wanting to restore your view on forever. To show you that anyone can love, but it takes true courage when it comes to really meaning it. And for awhile there, I really thought I meant it. But then one morning, I woke up to find you next to me, and then finding myself wishing you weren’t there, and that I was alone, and you were somewhere with someone who actually wanted to see your true self in the morning light. And that’s when I knew that I was really over this, finally over you. When I felt the feeling of wanting you to be with someone who actually wanted this just as much as you do.
"I thought that I knew," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)
If you aren’t their first choice now, what makes you think that you’ll ever be? A promise is a comfort to a fool. “I love you” and “I’m in love with you” are two totally different things. It’s easy to love someone and feel affectionate towards them, but to be in love with someone, their habits, their lifestyle, their thoughts, their reactions - that’s something entirely different and rare.