I am the right girl at the wrong time. I am the one who teaches you to listen to the sound of your heartbeat, who proves that there are strangers out there who will fall in love with your smile, who opens your eyes to new possibilities.
She is uncertain if there is an oasis beneath her or only sharp edges.
After all the drama we’ve been through, all the damage we’ve inflicted on each other, all the destruction we’ve left in each other’s path, I know you’re not expecting me to thank you. Yet here I am, grateful.
You may not realize it yet, but you’re dodging a massive bullet.
That’s when I really broke down. Because I don’t know who I am anymore.
Real love comes after the falling. We’ll know if it’s meant to last by how much of a team we can remain when circumstances work against us.
The truth is, if you came to a point where you’ve aired your grievances about the relationship and nothing has improved, you can’t hold on to false hope anymore.
Sometimes the right thing to do is the hardest thing to do.
What if I told you the worst was over?
You can’t force someone to be who they’re not, even if you think it’s for their own good.