You should’ve loved me truthfully instead of filling my head with broken promises. You should’ve loved me boldly, instead of picking at everything that was wrong with us. You should’ve loved me honestly, instead of giving me false hope every damn day.
People expect you only know how to be sexy, because you seem ‘slutty,’ because you’re an attention-seeker, because you’re shallow, stupid, unclean.
Someday, you are going to find someone who holds your hand through the good and the bad. Someday, you are going to find someone who has a permanent mark on your heart, and who recognizes how special and bright your heart is.
They say “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I just happen to find beautiful qualities in women almost everywhere.
You get intense hot flashes. Because the anxiety can be so intense, you sometimes will feel like every bone in your body is on fire.
God made us friends because he knew no mother could handle us as sisters.
You missed out on
the masterpiece of you and me
when you said goodbye.
I promise not to get anxiety attacks over small matters.
You will get heartbroken again. And just like the first time, you will survive it.