“It’s not even that I miss you. No, I’m well aware that we weren’t meant to be. I just miss having as much love for someone as I did for you. I just miss feeling like someone was my home, my everything. I just miss feeling like I would give anything for someone, because I loved them that much. And while you never loved me as much as I loved you, I somehow miss being loved.”— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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Autumn in Derwent
*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now
Virginia Woolf ― The Waves






