They don’t mention that you must remember who you are. The you before someone stole from you and tried to tell you who or what you were.
When love is raw and real and genuine, it’s not going to feel so dark, so lonely. You aren’t going to feel so alone while lying next to someone who you think loves you. You’re not going to feel like the only person in the relationship. You’re not going to feel like you’re the only one trying. Like you’re the only one who actually cares.
Allow yourself time to grieve. Be gentle with your own heart. Don’t scold it, don’t tell it it should have known better.
You never have to compete with anyone – and a healthy partner would never want anyone who they truly love and cherish to feel like they’re competing with anybody anyway.
I love myself. Truly and always, I love myself. And for the first time in a long time, I am putting myself first.
Never settle for late night messages.
Never settle for ecstatic highs and devastating lows. With nothing in between.
You think that every person who comes into your life is meant to be your lover.
Toxic love is not real love and you’ve spent so long convincing yourself it is.
See, people who love deeply always lock the hurricane that is their soul into the wrong ribcages. They spill out into the bones of people who were only ever hoping to be a temporary home for their warmth.
I am the truth, your karma, the revolt — I am the resistance, the pieces you tried to keep shattered, coming back together again.