Alexandria Brown

To be completely honest, I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to pretend that seeing your name on my phone or in my inbox doesn’t make my heart flutter because you want to talk to me. That you want to see how I am.

When you wander, you learn. You grow. You see the world in a completely different way than what you saw before.

When he left, he shattered me. He completely crushed me. And if he wanted me back I don’t think I could say no.

Moms have gone through it all with you. They were your source of life.

We could spend years analyze every conversation, every interaction, every painful moment and try to figure out how everything would have gone if we had just done something a little different.

Bones heal but mantras are hard to change.

My feelings are bubbling over and I just want nothing more than for you to hug me. Because I feel safe when you hug me.

That’s the thing about toxic people, you don’t know they’re really that toxic until you come up for air.

When you start to pick up the pieces of your soul that lay broken at the moment, you can start to look at the pieces. You can analyze the ones that no longer serve you and the ones you should always keep because they make up you.

It’s easy to remember the times you were less than stellar and keep those as proof that your pattern is more just the way it is now. That there’s no way you can change and be happy with permanent.

What if I am doomed to roam this Earth knowing what love feels like and knowing it’s never going to feel that way again?

I’m going to let that random guy at the bar buy me a drink and tell me how beautiful I am. I’m going to tell him that I think he’s hot too. I’m going to let him dance with me.