And all the love stories that I once poured out, are now gone, leaving me in a silence that causes my heart to grow numb. I once fought for it all, now I’m just too worn out; I don’t want to fight for a heart that will never fight back for me, I’m just too tired for that hopeless reality. The light of love past has long since set, and I’m feeling the closing of night like an embrace I never knew. It’s all going now, and I just don’t have it in me to chase after it; and I don’t know if I want to.
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)