No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy.
Love is not something you get a singular shot at. Love is like energy — it cannot be created nor destroyed; it only transforms from one form to another. It will never be exactly like it was, but you will love again.
You’re so wise and know what you deserve and won’t settle for less in every situation, not just relationships. The world needs more women like you.
Whenever someone else kisses my neck in the spot that used to be reserved for you, it just doesn’t feel right.
She wants to refuse to be somewhere near him
and to see him once more after such a long time,
but something about the fact of seeing him
draws her to be here, anyway.
We’re all a little broken in some way. If you can even let one person in to see the scary parts and to even listen to you when you don’t feel good enough then you’re already starting the healing process.
Much has been written on how to get someone back, but often people don’t ask themselves the obvious question: “do I really want them back?”
I’ll call you because your voice is the only thing I need after a long day. Not a cold beer, not a relaxing sofa, just a phone and you on the other end.
Like an owl in the night, we too are afraid of showing ourselves once we have been hurt over and over and over again. Whether that pain was justified or created on its own, it doesn’t matter.
I am always open to seeing things from another viewpoint, to the point that it sometimes becomes detrimental to myself. I don’t just give out second chances. I give out third, and fourth, and fifth chances. I give out chances until I have nothing else to give.