Giving, giving, and then giving some more. Giving every last piece of myself away. I’m a basket case, overflowing with issues, yet still taking on more every damn day.
The truth is, love blinds us. Love blinds everyone because everyone is its victim.
Tell her you love her, that you have never loved anyone else the way you love her.
i was so used
to me reminding myself
that i shouldn’t say too much
The girls who swore not to repeat their mistakes; vowed to never again order their usual; and despise doing things the conventional way.
It’s not going to be easy. It’s going to be an uphill battle every single day putting this behind me.
Maybe my biggest curiosities about where we end up should reside not with where or what we want, but with where or what will comfort us when inevitably faced with what we don’t.
I just hope that you someday come to terms and be at peace with what could have happened but never did.
Breaking someone else’s heart. To a certain extent, it’s an inevitability. One that will haunt you, but one that will also humble you.
This feeling is the sinking weight of believing that you will never be able to hold on to anything as good and as pure as real love.