24.

Loving you was the loneliest thing I’ve ever had to do. I looked for you everywhere. In anything and everything. The letters of your name, the colour of your eyes. I was always trying to pull together pieces of you. Trying to make you real, trying to make you here. I was always trying to find you. As if you might even come back if I did.

—as if you care (H.S)

(via dumbdaisies)

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.