Everything was great until I fucked up.
Distancing yourself from toxic people.
Realize that your need of recognition is actually a part of your ego. It is not coming from the place of love, it’s coming from the fear of not being loved or unworthy of love. Once you realize that it’s only your ego trying to play trick on you, you can soon dissolve the thought away.
Look what you’ve done, mom. Look how far you’ve come, how far we’ve come. From the blackness came light, from despair grew hope, and although you lost some battles, we won the war.
Forgive and forget. These two words always come together when people speak about moving on. Yet I find that it’s far easier to do the latter than the former.
I don’t believe in multiple Universes.
Letting go is not a process that comes naturally to us.
I cared about you more than I had ever cared about anyone, and yet you were like my best friend. It was bliss.
I know I cannot fix you, cannot make you whole. But I can make you believe. And I want that.
There you were, uttering the words I’m afraid to hear. “I love you.”