What’s worse than missing someone?
Knowing that things will never go back to the way they once were.
I stared at the Christmas tree by your office lobby. Has it been a year since I waited for you there, waited for your work day to be over, sitting underneath that ginormous towering monstrosity and hoping that you wouldn’t be annoyed with me for being a bother?
It has been a year. A whole year of tears and silence and heart ache. And soon, a year since we held hands and stood against the world, just the two of us. A year since the last time we held each other tight, a year since we squabbled over paying for the meal ("Go away, Ryan, I am paying for this one!"), a year since our last movie together.
Feels like yesterday. Feels like a million years ago. Feels like a fading dream, one that I am terrified of letting go and forgetting. Bittersweet. Everyone tells me to let it go; but letting it go is like letting a part of me die.
You’re my first love. And I wonder if I am letting go of my greatest one.
I saw this post in Facebook with the caption “apparently Mac supports windows” and I cried
Someone carved this into a table backstage. I don’t know who it was but to think that I may have encountered them at one point or even just read their name somewhere on a wall is amazing.
what did he think was going to happen
"You’re not a real gamer unless you play-"
"Real gamers don’t play-"
"No gamer in his right mind would play-"
"Playing a game on easy means you’re not a real-"
"Reading guides means you’re not a real-"
"Liking a game that’s meant for kids means you’re not a real-"
"Liking a game that a lot of people hate means you’re not a real-"
"Not liking a game that a lot of people like means you’re not a real-"
"Casual gamers aren’t real-"
"Girl gamers aren’t real-"