i can’t keep hoping for someday, because those dreams are broken just like our promises. we exist like this, basking in this grief, all this misery left with the silence we leave behind when we walk away. we become tragedies in other peoples stories. we let our dreams fade, become dormant and give ourselves too willingly to other people who will just break our hearts in the end. 

you’ll break my heart in the end. maybe these words won’t reach you, maybe they’ll mean nothing, fall on deaf ears. maybe i was not meant to love you like this. 

– halfway gone.