"I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that."
— Charles Bukowski  (via forlornes)

(Source: ephe, via reltalk)

I keep trying to tell myself I like being alone and I’ve always been independent so this shouldn’t hurt so much

But the pain of feeling like the best part of you is missing doesn’t fade. You put me through hell and I should hate you but I still love you with every pathetic fiber of my being and I just wish you missed me too.