Not believing in the very matter that I am made of? Not supporting what it is that makes my heart sing, and makes every single day worthwhile? That is where I have to draw the line.
Molly didn’t much care for ink or piercings, but she did have one tattoo. A small one, and it was almost never visible. It was on her back, just a few inches below her neck. A tiny keyhole, no embellishments, no nothing.
If you don’t have trust, you don’t have anything.
They say it’s about loving someone’s flaws. Loving someone because they are a painting of beautifully unique imperfections. But when do you finally hear that their heart is the one that beats in harmony with yours?
But relationships can only go so far based on love alone. Love is fleeting and though you can feel it in your core, you can’t shake the feeling that you need something to anchor it down.
“I was insecure and looking for anybody to validate me and build me up because at that time, I couldn’t do it myself, so any guy who showed interest made me feel worth something, validated, hot, whatever. It was pathetic but that was my struggle.”
To keep yourself from lingering, to keep yourself available to greater love, you must give into loss. Give into the prospect that life is moving you along.
Her broken heart hasn’t made her numb, it’s made her careful. She still feels love, she just needs time to express it.
Prayer changes everything. Seriously!
You are diminishing. Big dreams that once waxed in the power of your bright spirit begin to wane in the wake of your muted tone