The thing about sadness is that it never warns you that it will come back. You’ll end up with an aching heart again, minutes after laughing, and it will feel like you found someone in your house; someone who you thought had left.
Beca. (via thebeachthing)
THIS. HOLY SHIT THIS.
The difference is.
I fucking poured my heart out and gave you everything I had.
You just said sorry.
He responded a few minutes later.
I wrote back.
Oh, my God, stop flirting with me!