You don’t have to force anything at all. What’s meant for you will come find you.
You taught me that not all relationships have to be romantic. That there are lines that aren’t meant for crossing, and there are risks that aren’t meant for taking.
Only when you learn how to hold these feelings dear to your heart will you ever be able to find its sole purpose.
Don’t let the hate in your heart grow. Stop feeding it. You deserve some peace. And a good night’s sleep.
Nobody deserves to be cheated on.
This is not a race. The more you try to catch up with others, the more you are going to see yourself left out. You only have one maze to figure out, and it is your own.
Why do you hate yourself enough to call yourself ugly? Why do you listen to other people so much that you can’t see your own beauty?
I get it. You’re scared. In four words: the pressure is on. I would like to think that this is something that everyone goes through at one point or another.
I’ll remember you like a good old Beatles song, serene and classic. Simple yet enlightening. Real and meaningful. Faded but beautiful.