If you were in a room with all of the people you once loved, and you were told to choose, whose arms would you end up in?
As long as you breathe, your mind, your heart,
and your soul are seeking knowledge, so respond to them and
nurture their needs.
Not everyone who breaks us are terrible people, but there are more important people out there who love us, make us happy, and treasure us; family and friends, those who love us for who we are, those who would be there for us at our worst, and those who would hold our hair back after a rough night of drinks.
When time gets a little bit rough, she escapes the reality. She gets lost in her own words for some period of time. You’ll find it irritating that she writes it instead of telling you what’s going on. But you have to let her. Because words are her power and writing is her way of protecting herself from a major downfall.
I have written so much
it is as if you live and
breathe and thrive in
You were the thumbprint on my heart I could never scrub away. I was the tattoo on your wrist that refused to fade
We didn’t break up because we stopped loving each other or caring. But it just all became too much. We took separate time to figure some of our shit out, but still kept in touch as friends. But it became clear we would never just be friends and, even when things were tough, our lives were infinitely better with one another in them.
I operated under the façade that my “toned” body was a result of my workouts and “healthy” eating. Nothing could be further from the truth.
It’s sad that what I miss, all that we had, is based mostly off of late night texts and waiting up for one another to come over.
You’re thinking bad things about yourself,