There is no difference between a traveller and a tourist.
When they leave, it doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten you. They will still remember how you look when you’re reading a book and the face you make when you take that first sip of coffee in the morning. They will still remember the way you kissed them that one night and how you made them feel like everything was okay.
You’ll go back to your hometown in love.
Find him in your unwashed sheets. Rationalize leaving them for three more weeks because you’re convinced you can smell him.
Wonder if your blood is like your grandfather’s. Remember the way he was found. Remember the way he showed up to Father’s Day. Remember the vow to not drink until you turned 21. Remember you kept that vow.
I know we don’t often choose who enters into our lives and when they exit, I only want the goodbyes to be as memorable as the hellos.
Divorces, annulment, separation and heartbreaks are something that’s so common now.
I think there is nothing more terrible in this world than waiting.
If someone wants to leave your life, you’ve got to let them go. You shouldn’t have to convince them to stay, nor should you want to.
I realized like most people of a certain privilege, “goodbye” is nothing more than an empty promise.