I can’t leave you. But you’re constantly leaving me. You walk away when you want, you come back when you want. Not everyone. Not your friends. But you leave me.
please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via kushandwizdom)
There’s a difference in what we long for, what we settle for and who we’re meant for.