it. is a tumblelog.

the violet hour.

and he wrote:

“what saddens me most is the i did meet you. in a way i’m glad to have met you, but at the same time i wish i never knew someone like you existed.”

i’ve never felt this way before -to know that i, myself am capable of hurting another soul in the same intangible, unintelligible sadness that i’ve written and emoted so many weeks before. i have no intentions of leading anybody on. ever. but now, how do i tell him that my heart still resides in another place that i can’t reach myself? how can i tell him of all my foolish ways of loving someone i can never have, while he faithfully awaits my call?

either way we lose.