Those who love you tell you that they’ll be by your side no matter what, that you will never have to face anything alone, that they’ll take a bullet for you but then you find yourself standing alone, at gunpoint, wondering where everyone went.
I told myself that I will not write about you nor to you anymore but here I am still finding myself in the
Same spot spilling all the words I would like to say putting my thoughts into reality.
Pretend I don’t miss hard alcohol and bad decisions and people who made me chase them.
It never crossed my mind that you were too good to be true, it only crossed my mind that you were right for me.
I’m sick of almost relationships, where I think that I’m on my way to calling a particular boy my boyfriend. I don’t want to come this close to dating, only to be let down again.
Nine times out of ten, your strike-out was probably a matter of bad luck.
It is not jealousy. It is not hatred or resentment. It is not sadness. It is disappointment.
I worked myself into the ground to get a First Class Honours at University and for what? To have an emotional breakdown at 23 and be signed off of work with “low mood”?
Now that you’ve shaved away the fantasy and fairytale of how things were supposed to unfold, you can finally open yourself up to a quieter, realer version of love.
Most of us are running away from something or some things. That’s part of human nature and nothing to be ashamed of.