In detachment you forgive, forget, let go, move on, you lose and win.
You must have been scared, Mom, and maybe even alone. But somewhere along the line you valued my life more than your own. Thank you.
Teddi could have every reason to be mad at the world. I know a lot of humans who are.
We have all met them and most of us have dated them. They are good looking, sometimes unconventionally so. They are charming and smooth and know how to make us laugh.
But for some reason, there’s still those who have done us wrong yet we still choose to forgive, make them stay, because we wish to seek the fascinating treasures of this world with them.
When it comes to living life to its fullest, children are the real gurus of happiness.
What if they break my heart? Do I still need to forgive them?
Lust. I give in to the pleasures that my body crave. I am excessively attracted to him. I want to hold him and feel his warmth. I feel lust and misinterpret it for love.
When I was eighteen, I became all too aware of the skewed, far-too indulgent details of my mother’s life.
He left you hanging. He left you waiting for that thoughtful 1 am text message that never came. He left you cold, writhing in pain, gnashing your teeth at the unfair twist of events that gave him a new girlfriend, and you, a new heartbreak.