I think about all of the amazing times we’ve had and how alive you made me feel. Letting you go was a mistake.
No one can define if what you did wrong was a mistake. You have to define your mistakes on your own. See if they really were wrong or if you think so based on others’ judgement.
We go down and then we come back up again. We break down into pieces but it only gives us another chance to rearrange ourselves so that this time, the pieces of us fit perfectly and are stronger than ever.
“This isn’t a dream. I came to stop you from making a mistake.”
Your dreams won’t all come true at once, but with patience you will start to find the missing pieces of your puzzle in places you never even thought to look.
At the end of the day, it’s not just about waiting for the other person to forgive you. It’s about forgiving yourself.
I need to do things right this time. That must be why time travel exists, why the hitchhiker showed up on my street and hopped into my car. To set things right.
Life doesn’t slow down for us. It doesn’t wait for us to be ready. It doesn’t place things in the order in which we hoped.
Everything was great until I fucked up.
Love yourself, before anyone else. As selfish as it sounds, you come before anyone else. Love yourself and everything that you stand for.