Today I thought to myself I hope she hurts you. I hope she comes into your life like a tornado at 3 am and turns your world upside down and then leaves you with nothing.
But then I thought a little harder and figured out what I really hope for.
I hope she buys you flowers just to see the color your cheeks turn when you blush. I hope she tells you cheesy jokes just to hear your obnoxious laugh that she oddly has came to love. I hope she brings you chocolate to see your eyes light up. I hope she always tickles your back until you fall asleep. I hope she is always there for you when you’re up in the middle of the night and you can’t fall back asleep. I hope she always makes plans for you two and shows you off when she takes you out. I hope she washes your back in the shower. I hope she knows how to deal with you when you begin to push her away. I hope she does everything right and I hope she makes you oh so happy. I hope she is absolutely perfect to you
But more than anything I hope one day she does something that reminds you of me and you think of what you lost. And I hope you think of all we had. I hope you think of how much better I could do everything she does. I hope you find yourself craving my touch.
And I hope on this day you creep on my twitter and see that I’ve stopped talking about wanting you to come back and how I can’t sleep at 4 am. I hope you see that I am happy with someone else. More than that I hope you see that I am happy with myself, that I finally fixed myself. That I finally picked up the mess you made.
And I hope you go to sleep in her arms that night and realize that she doesn’t look at you the way I did when my head was in your lap when we were in the backseat of my car. And I hope you notice that she doesn’t kiss you the way I did, that she doesn’t kiss you with her entire being. And I hope you wake up searching for my face and are disappointed when you see hers.
I hope she makes you so happy, and then I hope she makes you so sad. Because she is not me.(via boobslyn)