When I know that, still, my foundation is impenetrable and one that will not break.
To love another is a choice. It’s a choice you make every day to decide to continue loving, to deal with all their little quirks and flaws, in the same way you would want yours to be overlooked.
These are the moments when you will get to know who you really are.
Vulnerability means you fall easily. You see the best in people. You love them over the little things — the way their smile tilts and the intensity of their stare. You get attached easily, because you give yourself the freedom to feel.
I know you’re tired of me and how I always look broken even when you’re whole.
Don’t build the wall so high that possibility can’t get in, but don’t make it so accessible that toxicity does.
No matter how inwardly connected we are, we are not islands unto ourselves. We need others with whom to share our love and our joy. We need others to play with and learn with.
I’m praying someday someone will come and erase the damage you did to me; to reassure me that not all men are like you. To make me believe I am capable of being cared for and possibly loved.
If you’ve opened your heart and if you have put everything you have into someone or something but did not achieve the desired outcome, it will be ok.
You swear to yourself that the next time you will stop being so nice to people who don’t deserve an inch of you, friends and lovers.