Break ups and death have more similarities than one could admit.
Because love never fails, and if it fails it wasn’t love.
But the second you make me question my own worth, that’s when I stop trying.
There goes another stranger who got closer then ran away and went back to being a stranger.
I have to learn how to be okay with endings, how to smile as a chapter of my life closes, and how to let people go.
The beauty in starting over is that it helps you find the blessings in endings. The good in goodbyes and what lies on the other side of fear, the magic that lies beyond your comfort zone and the wonderful things life has to offer you when you decide to look up.
You cannot find shelter in my arms for my strengths is not here to hold you.
I knew maybe you weren’t ready for someone like me.
Maybe relationships end because they have served their purpose in our journey, and maybe we’re meant for something else, something better.
You need to remember that he is a chapter in your book, not your ending. You need to remind yourself that he’s part of your life and not your everything.