Forgiving someone doesn’t mean you allow them a free passage back into your heart. It doesn’t mean that you open the doors to your life and give them the key.
In this life, I hope we stop second guessing. When we see someone we have feelings for, we find the words—the imperfect, honest words—and let them spill out of our mouths. When we feel at home in someone’s arms, we share that with them, vulnerability so raw it hurts.
Even if you feel little or lost, know this—the universe isn’t done with you yet. You are only beginning.
Trust in God. Trust in the universe. Trust in your own sturdy legs and beating heart.
I’m learning that it’s okay to love what was, but infinitely better to appreciate and focus on what is.
Romantic love is not a measure of whether or not your life is full.
But she set fire to your soul
with just one touch,
making all the hesitant pieces of you tremor
under her fingertips.
She was the calm to your wild,
the careful to your chaos.
“I tried to steal her dog because we raised him together. I sneaked into the house and tried to grab him but she caught me.”
No matter how much you’re been broken, you still miss the people you love(d)—and that’s not wrong. True leaving and true healing take time.