You miss my voice, my body, my company while you’re out drunk with friends at 2am. You text me but I ignore you out of respect for myself. “Fuck, I messed up”, you think.
We get one life to live and we get to choose how we fuck it up. But we also get to choose how we make it better and how we make the lives around us better.
Sometimes things make more sense the second time around. People change, you change and the universe changes, if we keep ourselves confined to first chances only, we will truly miss out on some of the most beautiful things in life.
If that second chance does come by, I promise that I’ll never let you go again.
If star-alignment really has something to do with our “destiny,” our “fate,” I don’t mind being an astronomer, a meteorologist, or even an astronaut. Whatever it takes to make you destined to be mine.
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.