You’ll always remember him, but maybe you’ll forget what his kiss felt like or what his deodorant smelled like. Maybe you will forget the little things, but you probably won’t ever forget him completely and that’s okay.
You don’t owe anyone an explanation for being who you are. Some people will never understand depression; they will never understand how you can go from being completely fine to feeling so empty. They will tell you to ‘cheer up’ and to ‘get over it,’ but I know it’s a lot more complicated than that.
It’s normal that you find yourself punching your pillow at two in the morning, feeling frustrated that the person who broke your heart has also found their way into the one time of your 24-hour day that your mind is supposed to be freed from thinking about them
One day, his name will just be a reminder of love. One day, his name will just be a sideways look into the past. And one day, his name won’t cause you to hurt anymore. It will just be what it is. A name.
I wish I told the world that you did. That you, my dear, in all the scraps and broken pieces of my past, unearthed a chest of beauty.
This is all incredibly moving.
You were my best friend and I fell in love with you. But ever since that day, you’ve taken me for granted.
My heart immediately sinks when I roll over to your side of the bed and my skin doesn’t brush up against yours.
You need to let that love and that person go. Because unfortunately, there is no turning back from the words, “I don’t love you”.
Be present in everything you do. Pay attention to the food you eat and how good it tastes, to the wine you drink and how pleasant the flavors are, to the movie you’re watching without simultaneously scrolling through your phone and missing all the important parts, to the walk you’re on and how beautiful your surroundings are. Put in the effort, one day at a time, to open your eyes to the life you’ve created for yourself. Because as they always say, if you blink, you really might miss it.