You see that girl staring into space?
If you were to ask what's wrong, she would say nothing.
When in reality it's everything.
She's sitting there wondering what she did wrong,
what she could have done differently, how she would have changed it if she had the chance. And if she had the chance to go back and do it over again,
would it end with the same result?
That's why she stares.

I want to ask you about your past, but at the same time I don't.
Because my stomach becomes more knotted than my hair after a long windy day at the beach
when thinking of you before me
I try to keep my mind from drifting to the image of you holding her hand and gazing into her eyes,
thinking about how her smile is the reason you smile
It hurts imagining there was anyone before me
and I'm sorry because I know how unfair that is
I guess I'm just afraid there was something in her, you'll notice is lacking in me.

(via tumblr-m.k.)

Dear heart,
Why?