Now my days with you come to a close, I want to tell you that I’m very pleased to have known you. With you, I have grown.
“For three straight years, my friend, Connor McGrath drop-kicked cancer…Not sure how…maybe the cancer cheated…But the fight came to an end two nights ago.”
I am not heartbroken anymore. Really, I’m not. I’m not just a girl saying that to convince everyone staring at her with inquisitive, intrusive eyes. I’m saying it because it’s the truth.
Moving to another country (whether it be for love or just simply because you wanted to) is an
adventure, to say the least.
New is just harder, it takes time, sense, scents, surroundings, and in my case, rocks and mountains.
Although death can end a life, death does not have the power to end a relationship.
Don’t expect to have plans every single night. You will not be running around the city bright-eyed and a little tipsy, holding the hand of a cute boy who rides motorcycles every evening. (But sometimes you will).
“The scores you get from these tests will tell you something, but they will not tell you everything.”
You can’t help but feel like the best era of your life is coming to a close.
Moving is scary. Quitting your reliable desk job for your dream job is scary. Falling in love is scary.