There wasn’t a party, friend or night out that compared to waking up next to someone who chose me every day.
If I could jump inside your head and slap your inner critic, I would in half a heartbeat.
Maybe the point of surviving is just that we survive together.
Being an adult is wanting to run up to anyone who looks nice and saying, “Want to be my friend?” but knowing you probably shouldn’t.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally no matter how far apart we might be.
Trust issues do not have to begin with a boyfriend, no, sometimes they begin with the girl(s) who you thought would be stood beside you on your wedding day, whose faces are in every photograph and so many of your childhood memories.
Thank you for sharing yourself with me. My university life would have been dull without you.
It was you who taught me that time and distance don’t have power over a real connection. It was you who showed me that real love doesn’t leave, doesn’t run, doesn’t fade when the roads turn and twist.
I was anxious at every moment of the day, I was unhappy, I was depressed.
I have always liked my people a bit damaged. A bit rough around the edges. A bit difficult to stereotype. A bit stranger than the normal crowd.