Relationships & Dating
Here’s where the truth hits you: they aren’t laying in their bed, thinking of you too. They are out there, moving on and finding someone else and picking up their own lives.
He’s not coming back. There isn’t a chance in hell. This is something you must fully accept before you can move on.
I don’t want to be with someone who makes me question myself. Asking myself why he didn’t text, why he’s not following up, was it something I said or was it something I did?
In search for myself, I started to lose myself. I was hanging on to the past, and it was hurting me from growing. One day, after a good long cry, I came to a realization: It was me. I was the problem.
I think about the smile the stranger at the bus stop gave me. I think about how tired I was in the morning when I woke up. I think about my family in a land 4000 miles away in a different time zone who are probably sound asleep.
The strongest girls seem so hard, so impenetrable, because their skin is tough. It’s gotten that way by getting bruised over and over again. By getting hurt so many times that she’s lost track.
I should let you suffer and realize that life without me will be dreary and hard. You need to realize all sorts of things on your own – but I don’t want you to feel like you’re alone.
Shaving is optional.
A social media “stalking” ban. No more looking at their posts or their whereabouts.
I didn’t ask for it but you found you way to my heart. I found myself wanting to be near you every day.