The thing about the past is that there is absolutely nothing we can do about it, yet it creates this monster inside of us while we regret it or miss it.
You are no longer the pounding in my heart, no longer the dull pain under the surface of my smile, no longer the loneliness at my core. In fact, I don’t miss you anymore.
We want to know each other but something stops us. It’s as if we don’t feel safe to go there any longer, to step in that closely, to be alone and ourselves with the friends of our past.
To go off just a feeling seems like such a reckless idea. But here we all are, searching for love and hoping to never let it go.
Remember that you were someone before you met him, and realize that you’ve grown into the person you are now. Remember who you are. Remember who you want to be.
Each day is an opportunity to go deeper into our own life and who we desire to be in this world.
More often than not, when I open my computer to a new document, I instantly feel my mind transporting myself back to darker days.
Once you left you took a piece of me that I only shared with you. You made me realize you can’t build homes in people.
Right now their every move is made in the effort of discovery. They expect nothing from one another yet.
We could spend years analyze every conversation, every interaction, every painful moment and try to figure out how everything would have gone if we had just done something a little different.