I stopped wondering what could’ve been a long time ago.
I don’t think about being in your arms. And I don’t worry about running into you when I leave the house.
I finally stopped living for you.
I own my story.
I own what happened to me.
You’re not poison to me anymore and maybe I could’ve loved you forever but now, a forever with you doesn’t even cross my mind.Till-forever-finds-me (via till-forever-finds-me)