F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Forgive me, first love, but I’m tired. I need to get away to feel again. Try to understand why. Don’t get so close to change my mind. Please wipe that look out of your eyes; it’s bribing me to doubt myself.
Excuse me, first love, but we’re through. I need to taste a kiss from someone new. Forgive me, first love but I’m too tired. I’m bored, to say the least & I lack desire.
Simply, it’s tiring.
I can’t stand the feeling I get when the first thing I notice is that ‘loneliness’ is spelled wrong.
(via queenofdiamondss)
