“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
I feel like this is how I felt, exactly, the last time Fabian kissed me on my lips and my forehead, my forehead and my lips before we lay down to sleep together for the last time as anything like a couple. Like I could let go and it was okay. And I am not sure what is feeling so stuck now. Because now I feel…more missing than then, even though I knew it was very much over.
(Source: thelenaubr, via fit-girl-in-the-real-world)






