You want to not know any of these things, but dammit, you know.
I’m done staring at a phone wondering when you’ll answer.
I was tired of living in a world that was more interested in right swipes and vodka shots than sunsets and the sound of the sea.
Even if you feel little or lost, know this—the universe isn’t done with you yet. You are only beginning.
When I think of marriage, I’ve finally come to accept that you and I are not meant to be.
The ones who cannot love us back are those that remind us that we are worthy of love. They show us all the insecure parts of ourselves that we must embrace.
I once heard that when you break up with someone, it’s not just everything that transpired that you lose, it’s everything that will never be.
He liked having control over me and when he couldn’t have that anymore, he liked to hurt me. And he will hurt you, too.
Maybe it is because we crave for a proof that we are alive.
The problem is, grief is not really a shared experience. It manifests in everyone differently. Each loss in its full complexity is unique, even if it’s a similar type of loss.