“Yesterday, I looked at a picture of us, and missed the way your arms felt around me, the way your breath tickled my neck when you hugged me from behind, secrets kissed against the curve of my shoulder.

Today, I realized that I don’t miss you.  I miss being happy, and you are simple a face in all my good memories.  You have left a hole where my heart was, though it is not you I miss, but my heart.

Tomorrow, I will rise from bed and my hands will not shake when I realize you are not here.  There is a scar tissue on my chest, but I will not pick at it.  Instead it will heal, and some days it may still bleed, but at least I will know that I have reclaimed the hollow in my chest where my heart once was.”


“I should have never texted you that one day that led into another and another and soon became a daily thing, morning and night, to text you and pray you would respond as fast as you did.  I should have never gotten my hopes up as high as I did when someone told me you liked me.  I should have never kissed you back that night at the beach; it wouldn’t have led into even more hope.  I should have never wished for another, flirted back with you as you did.”

~Excerpt from a book I will never write #651 // M.W.


“I’m starting to hate him,” I said to my mom.

“Hate is good,” she said. “At least your starting to see him for what he is, and not what you think he is, at least your starting to know what you deserve, and not the little crumbs that he’s been giving you for far too long, at least when you look at him, you’re not looking at him with this rose colored spectacles anymore, instead, you’re seeing him eye to eye, wide-eyed, and in black and white panoramic view.  Honey, this are the few times hate is good.  But don’t stay too long hating him, because that means he’s still got a hold on you.  Indifference.  Indifference is better.”

~Cynthia go//Indifference//excerpt from a book I’ll never write #24 (via @cynthiatingo)

“A good man is a woman’s best friend.  He will never stand her up and never let her down.  He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day.  He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget regret.  He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires.  He will make sure she always feels as though she’s the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, seductive, and invincible person alive…”


“She is the kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground, silent, subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful nonetheless. She is made of winter, thunderstorms, and scars, yet she possesses the gentlest touch for the broken souls.  When you meet her, you probably won’t notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that whispers ever so subtly to your soul, capturing your heart and soul first before entrancing your eyes.”

~Cynthia go//Sleeping beauty