Don’t believe someone when they tell you they’re not ready, they are but they just haven’t met the right person yet. No one can decide if they’re ready or not because love is not something you can control.
If I stop calling you, I wouldn’t hear from you. If I stopped telling you I missed you, you’d forget about me.
So where do we go from here?
It feels like you’re walking on glass
in your bare feet
and there are so many miles left to go.
The thing about breaking up is: you’ve gotta be ready to break up. If you are willing to break up with someone, you have to be willing to picture life without them. Even (and especially in) the long term.
If I murdered someone, would you help me cover up the crime?
What if there’s a pretty, graceful girl with a tiny cute nose at his next job that leaves notes on his desk?
Spend more time with people who teach you how to be better, dream bigger and love harder.
“You’re not my biggest heartbreak anymore,” I whispered, and thousands of memories came flashing back to me, out of control in all directions. “But you’re still my great love,” I breathed, and it felt like truly letting go, like the steady calmness after a storm. A sigh of relief, finally.
It’s hard to judge myself through mirrors and photographs. I wish I could take a step back and see myself from someone else’s point of view.