It's true, people come and go
kissmycigarettes:
but I swear, every time someone does walk out, it feels like the first time it’s ever happened. It’s one of those things where no matter how many times it happens to you, you’re never going to get used to that feeling. The thought of giving someone your all, only to find out that they were just like the rest of them. How is anyone supposed to accept that and move on like it’s nothing?
