All you can do is stand in awe of it.
You let them go again and again.
I knew when I met you that there was something about you that was going to change something about me.
How did I get here again? I swore I wouldn’t let you rob me of my happiness.
If I could forget you I would leave.
Love is bravery and admiring someone without having to make them yours.
I don’t know what is real when I see myself.
I lost myself for so long and now I am back, finding the only things I know about myself are the things I lack.
Somewhere between Christmas and this exact moment, sitting on my bed, listening to the sound of the neighborhood kids laughing and frolicking, I learned to stop fighting.