I don’t know what hurts more: to be with you or to be without you
— torn, e.m (via b0thers)
Despite everything I’ve done and all the pain I’ve caused, I hope that you don’t regret me. Or forget about me. I hope that you can look back in five, ten, twenty years and say that I was worth it all. Say that your first love was amazing and consuming and a little bit fucked up. Or a lot fucked up. Say that it was crazy and full on and that you loved me with everything you had and it was fun while it lasted but that it didn’t last. But you’re still happy you tried and that you stayed for as long as you did. That’s all I want. I want to be the best mistake you ever made.
— (via hopeless-q)
Be committed, not attached. But more importantly, know the difference.