Someone did something terrible to you and you have every right to be upset about it. However, harboring those feelings is a choice. You are choosing to remain hurt. You are choosing to remain resentful.
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.
The girl who forgives others easily can’t forgive herself for not living up to her own standards.
Please forgive me, one more time for letting you go, for not coming back sooner, for not knowing that I had everything when I had you.
You will stay stuck in anger and judgment, and in feeling like a victim, as long as you make others responsible for whether or not you forgive yourself. Others’ forgiveness has nothing to do with your own decision to judge or forgive yourself.
I apologize to everyone I left behind. I apologize to everyone I offended, and wounded.
People are not frozen in time. People are always reinventing themselves. All people do is change. It’s the only constant.
Breaking someone else’s heart. To a certain extent, it’s an inevitability. One that will haunt you, but one that will also humble you.
For hurting you. You haven’t been easy on this body, this brain, this soul.
It’s like feeling the beauty of the sunset once it has kissed the ocean. It’s like hearing a song you’ve never heard for ages. It’s like dancing to a tune that was tattooed on your heart. That’s how it feels.