Bea C Pilotin

The love that is really meant for you will never ever pass you by. If it does, it was never meant for you. Don’t force things if pieces don’t quite fit together.

This is me letting you know that I’m done fighting for a place in your heart.

It hurts. It will always hurt.

Home is where you wake up early in the mornings, realizing that it is where life fixed in firm and perfect patterns, indelible and infinite. Ancient and for always, back and forward.

I forgive you because I love you. I can’t stop loving and I can’t tell my heart to hate you because you hurt me. That’s love. That’s how love supposed to be.

I love you. There are no rules. No ifs. No buts. No whys. Just love. A love that grows, that never hurts, not difficult and not hard. A love that exists.

Let’s find strength in one another. Let us hope together. Let us make up for all the lost moments in our lives—all the times we spent apart.

I don’t hate you. I don’t hate myself. I don’t hate the world. Our love was not perfect. You were not always fair, but I have loved fully. Not halfway. Not an option. Not maybe. Nor a second best.

I don’t want you to be perfect. I just want you to be the person you are because I want to love the things that make you a human being

I deserve a man who falls in love with me: not halfway and not maybe.

Don’t make promises that you will not be able to keep.

No matter how many doors that will come our way, you are and will always be my hero and my first love, not because of the things you are giving me but because you are my Father.