The best day of your life will be a Monday morning.
Now the holidays are bittersweet because I’m supposed to count everything I’m thankful for but I can’t count you and I’m supposed to tell everyone how much I love them but I can’t tell you.
You were in love and you truly believed that nothing could take that feeling away. You held on to the promises he made and the life you believed would be spent together.
I would be a fool to say I wasn’t in love you. With you, I felt like love showed me a face. It was passionate, it was crazy. It felt real, it was painful.
“The Art Of Nostalgia” is a collection of nine personal essays that aim to capture nostalgia’s essence.
I can only hope that you’re genuinely happy because I am.
You may have ruined some things for me, but you can’t have everything.
It’s no longer love, I think.
“I’ve learned a lot, thank you.”
I don’t know if it’s ever going to fade. It should have by now, right?