I can see old feelings resurfacing and old friendships rekindling. I may be deceived by what I want to believe, but as of now, that’s the only thing I can hold onto.
My loneliness has nothing to do with being alone. I’m realizing. My loneliness is from losing him. As a friend. As a lover. As a person in my life.
Our generation is very unlucky. We listen to music and we watch movies that are all revolved on the word “love.” This makes us think that whenever we love someone, it’s a done deal. Love changes and vanishes.
“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix.”
Maybe it’s okay to not get over someone. Maybe it’s okay that they have left an indelible mark on your heart.
You stop for a moment and tell yourself “This is real, and this is actually what I want.” You feel silly because you’re young. You’re reckless, but you’re brave.
Break ups suck because A) the pain of losing someone is the worst and quite frankly B) the idea of having to start all over again is EXHAUSTING.
You want someone to snuggle with at night. But the second they start humping your leg, you can kick them off the bed.
One day, someone knocks at your door, introduces his name, and then you’ll wake-up surprised with the reality that you are no longer strangers anymore.
I absolutely loved being single. I saw my life as mine and only mine. Any decision I made was all mine to make.