Michelle Stojkov

Anyone who loves you so intently end up forever connected to you; when you hurt, she hurts regardless whether you’re a room or continent away.

No one will love you the way I did.

Deep down, I believe in fate. I believe if things are meant to work out, they will in some way, shape, or form. I believe that everything happens for a reason.

You will know when you need to change something in your life. You will get tired of that grey, mundane mask you wear on a daily basis

You accept the fact that your person will never come back, but that doesn’t mean you understand it.

What if someone actually had the guts to pick you apart and fix your flaws?

I may never be comfortable in my own skin, but at least for today, I’ll try.

You didn’t ask for any of this.

They say it takes 21 days to break a habit, but I can’t seem to quit you.

I don’t know how people bounce back into relationships so quick.

I can’t live in fear of an attack. I can’t control another person’s actions. I can’t stop living just because of “what ifs”.

Not everyone wants to shed light on their struggles.

I admire those who have the strength to leave unpromising situations. They have the guts to save themselves from deteriorating further.

My world stops as I see a picture of you. I can’t move for the rest of the day. The taste on my tongue instantly turns sour when I kiss another lover.

“The more you let it out, the faster you heal. Trust me, it will sting inside you after seeing them, even if it was for half a second. Let time take over.”

I make no apologies for how I felt about you because I loved you in the best way I knew how.

The most crippling part is seeing how happy your ex looks with someone who is similar to you.

It is as if he can feel I am doing well off without him. The mere second I am distracted away from the thought of him, he arises.