When someone says they love me, I believe them. When someone says they see a future with me, I believe them. And when things start to change, I don’t understand.
I chose the boy that told me he got lost in my eyes, and I danced along on his clichés until I was at that apartment and he locked the bedroom door even though I told him not to. I was sixteen.
Maybe everything doesn’t happen for a reason.
Accept the failure of the relationship but don’t blame yourself alone for its demise.
Understand that it’s not the end of the universe but rather the end of one path of reality in which you shared with one person.
People pull away, fade away, go away and we are left to pick up the pieces. This is the time in which we will find out the most about ourselves.
Kiss me under the persimmon tree and tell me this is how we stay. Tell me this is how we find ourselves again.
The losses were brutal, untimely, and sometimes lasting. The pains came in multitudes, and often. The reasons to cry seemed plentiful whilst the reasons to laugh seemed scarce.
Like most of the blocks we face in our life and relationships, uncertainty comes from fear — the fear of loss and heartbreak, the fear of losing our independence and, most common of all, the fear of the unknown.
They just got deeper instead.
You’d kiss me and fill me with so much light, I didn’t need umbrellas or rain boots. You’d kiss me and everything tasted like summer nights and drive-in movie theaters.