That’s not love. That’s masochism.
I write prose that tastes like poetry and create words for fun.
We come across many people in our lives. If we’re lucky, we get to keep those that truly belong. If we’re wise, we learn even from those that have a journey to make.
Be the person that walks down an unknown path with an open mind and an open heart.
Love should heal you and not hurt you.
How lucky do two people have to be to fall for each other at exactly the right time in exactly the right way?
You walk on with hope in your heart and trust in your journey.
I want a love that stays. A love that is permanent in a temporary world. A love that makes me understand why it never worked out with anyone else.
I hope you gather the strength to fight your demons. I hope you recall what you are fighting for.