I want to waste the best years of my life making memories with you.
The concept of time would cease to exist, perhaps, but we’d still be able to count seconds on our fingers like we grew up doing no matter what.
They are not the one. Your person is somewhere out there making their way to you. But it’s not this clown. Chill.
When running, time is right there, pushing, taunting, driving, and defining you.
When you showed me where it still hurt, the wounds in your soul that ran too deep, I wanted to look to you and say, “Then that is where will start.”
One way to get more deep work done is to cultivate a disinterest with the trivial things that other people get distracted by (hint: watching debates/political maneuvering a year before an election).
I watched you fall in love with someone else. Maybe one day you’ll watch me do the same.
No one knows what you are experiencing, no one can hear the thoughts in your head, and no one can push you to go on, because honestly, no one has time to be there for you.
You’ll never get there if you don’t give yourself the time to get there. I know you want so desperately to be okay again, but it doesn’t happen over night.
Stop acting like you let go of something valuable, stop giving him (or her) that power. Pick yourself up, stitch your heart back together and tell yourself everyday that this is not a loss but a win.