Happy is something I won’t feel for a while. It is something I’m going to have to gain back. It is a feeling I will have to search for, like when you go to a wedding and wonder how you’ll ever find the perfect one.
No matter who I am with or how many years go by or how happily in love I seem to be, there will always be a part of my soul and my heart that will never belong to anyone else.
No one tells you how many times you will think that you are twisted and bad. That you don’t deserve love. That you are somehow broken for deciding you don’t have the capability to handle someone who hurt you with their love.
Tonight I don’t want to be OK, I don’t want to be fine and I don’t want to tough it out or be a fighter. I want to let my emotions win tonight, I want to set them free and I’m not going to numb them. Tonight I don’t want to be numb. I want to be sensitive and fragile and too much to handle.
You kiss me and it’s like nothing has ever hurt,
but that’s a lie,
we both know I have felt dirt on the grave.
Being kind to yourself is never, ever selfish.
Love them. Love them so much you want them to hold on until they are nothing but skin and bone. Love them so much that their skeletal form is better than them achieving peace at last. Forbid them from leaving you.
Last July, I joined a super secret club with an exclusive guest list. You couldn’t be in the club, unless you met a specific criterion. I joined the “Dead Dads Club.”
We used to talk for 24 hours a day; now we could not even stand to talk each other for thirty minutes.
It’s the worst part of anyone’s day…or rather, their night. It’s that terrible time when you’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep and unable to turn off your mind.