“I know you care, but what you don’t understand is that it would be easier for both of us if I said goodbye now. I know I’m not the girl you end up with. If we let this go soon I might be able to get over you in this lifetime.

Because one day I’m going to put my music on shuffle and for some reason a Christmas song will start playing. And for some reason it will remind me of your love of Christmas lights and how I used to tease you about how tacky it was to keep them up after New Years and you would pretend to be offended and I would pretend to apologize and everything was just so beautiful. And for some reason that memory will send me over the edge and I will be lying in bed or sitting at work or at dinner with friends and suddenly, suddenly I can’t breath and I realize there will never be a time where our memories don’t haunt me.

And so we have to say goodbye soon because I know you won’t stay forever and the farther I fall for you the harder it will hurt when I finally hit the ground. You’ll be fine. You’ll get over me quickly, I’ve already seen you do it once. Just let me go easy this time. Please, please if you ever loved me, let me go quickly because the pain will already be enough to last a lifetime.”

-bcg (it’ll be easier this way, i promise)

"Well how does he say goodbye to you?"
"We don't say goodbye..."
"How do you end a conversation?"
"Our conversations don't end. We've never said goodbye, only goodnight. Since the day we met we've spend every moment memorizing eachother. We are still learning every little thing about eachother. Our conversation won't end until the day we change the subject from me and you to us and we."
"Well then yes. It's love."

He looked at her like she was meant to be looked at. Not like he wanted her, not like he needed her, but like he knew she was his person and he was hers and they would be each others for the rest of their lives.

The conversation is constant with you we don't say hi or hello anymore we just continue to discuss matters important to us//like your favorite dessert your mother makes and how I hate the word why and everything that has ever or could ever make us cry//we don't need to greet eachother or acknowledge who or what "us" is we just need to continue calling until one day we don't have to call because somehow, slowly, without either of us noticing, I'm in your arms and your heart//forever

Some day we'll see each other again and we'll dance and sing
and at last everything will be as it was supposed to be


-bcg// someday you and i will be again (its okay, i can wait)