You know how having a bad fight with a significant other or family member feels so draining, you might as well have thrown back six tequila shots? That’s what they dubbed an “emotional hangover.”
I just can’t help but wonder, is happiness real or are we just telling ourselves it’s out there so we can have a little hope that there’s something better than this? Because when you’ve got hope, at least you’ve got something to believe in.
In a world where people are so damn scared to love, you never change.
Watching someone or something disintegrate before your eyes is like flowing in a current downstream with absolutely nothing to grab on to. You have no choice but to accept your lack of control and welcome fluidity as a new form of being.
My mind is blown that I still care about you. I’m blown away that after all you’ve caused, I still wish you well.
I would be a fool to push this away
I want to be chased with the intention of being kept.
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Feelings are meant to be felt. Not bottled up, not picked at, or swept away. Because one day, they are going to all come back to haunt you. And you might as well feel it all until they eventually fade from your heart.
“I call you my lover, you call me your friend.”