Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
AIMEE C. HOVEYThankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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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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And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.
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Bad habits could’ve led me down so many worse paths than back to you.
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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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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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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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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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I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.
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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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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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Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
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Nothing cuts deeper than being made a fucking fool at a time you’re already so vulnerable.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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Maybe the most perfect words I’ve ever heard, beauty and sadness, are these three. Not, I love you. But, Let it be.
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