There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
AIMEE C. HOVEYWhat an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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They say what is lost can always be found in the last place you look but I wouldn’t be so sure that you’ll ever see this version of me again.
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What an absolute waste land loving you has become. Such a shame, to let it be any less.
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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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All those questions that I was too afraid to ask? In the end I lay down cold welcoming the answers to tear me in half.
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The more you push to get close to me, the more I’ll withdraw. You’ll never catch me. Not if I don’t want to be caught.
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How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.
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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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Some things change and some things never will. A night spent with an old friend, my heart is full.
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I miss you now since you were here than you never where. I’d forgotten what its like to watch the world with you and how much you feel like home.
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And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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You love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.
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Put the memories away keep them safe especially the good (they cause the most pain)
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I meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.
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