@_bangers_songs_: Another love - Tom odell #anotherlove #fy #relatable #fyp #song

Zoix :

this song is so sad they even made a meme of Squidward

potato2401 :

Truth is that love is a damage on everything

princess 💜 maina :

no is the truth about love

AL-AN :

Chloe Mugala :

l hate love the l got heart broken 100 times l lam tired of falling in love love is a joke

notification :

love is a joke

Belinay Özdemir :

Y

AL-AN :

💯 :

Lovf🥀🥀🥀

w bloxham :

I wasn’t even done singing

Jude_11_H :

@whfc9

Klein :

@

New person🖤 :

😔😔😔

ZerbiiianOfficial :

Got it — here’s the same story in English, told in first person as Gio: --- My name’s Gio, and I met Chanel because she sat in front of me in class in our second year. On the first day she asked me to pass her an eraser. I passed it to her, and she never gave it back for three months. For two years we were inseparable. I made up excuses to walk her home, she teased me for singing badly in the shower. We spent afternoons in the square talking about nothing and everything, making promises like “whatever happens, we don’t lose each other.” Then it was time to pick universities. Chanel wanted to study Design in Rome. I chose Economics in Turin. We said “we can make it work, the train is fast.” At first we did. Late-night calls, 4-minute voice notes, packages of cookies I’d send because she said Rome didn’t have the right ones. But then it changed. Not because of one big fight — just a thousand small things. She’d start sentences with “yesterday with the guys from my course…” and I’d reply with “yesterday I was in the library till 2 AM.” We laughed less on the phone. We got quieter. One night she texted me: “Gio, when we talk it feels like I’m talking to the guy I was a year ago. I’m not that person anymore. And I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go back just to make you feel okay.” I read that message 20 times. I wrote a long reply and deleted it. In the end I just said: “Okay. If you need me, I’m still here.” She didn’t need me. We met once, in July, to give each other’s stuff back. She returned the blue hoodie she always wore. I kept the bracelet with her name that she made me for Christmas. It’s been two years now. Sometimes I walk past that square again. It’s still the same, I’m just alone now. She posts pictures of exhibitions, trips, new people. She looks happy. And I’m happy for her, I really am. We didn’t hurt each other. There was no “I hate you.” We just grew in different directions, and at some point the road wasn’t big enough for both of us..