Bandaids don’t do anything for cuts that need stitches, and that’s all I’ll say about healing a broken heart.
5 years. It’s been 5 years since I last kissed you. I had myself convinced that I was completely over you.
Last night I had a moment of weakness and I found myself kissing you again. I’m not even sure how we got there; my night hazy from the alcohol.
And that’s all it took. One kiss for me to be completely consumed by you, once again.
But how foolish of me to fall for your words in that moment. Like de ja vu I found myself grasping at the sweet things that left those lying lips.
As if history were cruel enough to be repeating itself, I found myself feeling nostalgic when I felt the familiar pang of pain.
As predictable as it were before - you got what you wanted from me; pretended to love me for a night, only to treat me as soiled goods once the sun rose.
A small collection of candids I took of my beautiful friends this year in Italy. More from me on my instagram Paolo Raeli or you can buy prints here
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“Maybe the courage I need has nothing to do with telling the truth and everything to do with walking away.”— “The Girl on the Train” by Paula Hawkins (via suspend)
