— Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”
maybe you weren’t the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be
I’m hoping that you’ll come back to me
And I still hope that one day I’ll get that drunk text from you telling me how much you miss me. Not because I miss you, but because I hope you regret that it ended the way it did.
I hope one day you regret that it ended the way it did.
“I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.”— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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