I’ve moved to a place where it hardly rains, but I still can’t feel comfortable enough to let go of my old ways.
I believe in people, but I lost faith in you the moment you treated me less than human.
We all have a lot more in common than we like to admit.
A strong person does not change because others tell them to.
I will spread my memories of him so thin and so far that I can’t find enough of them to put the puzzle back together.
We can’t force someone to be ready when we are and we certainly can’t get mad at them for doing what they feel is best.
I find an odd comfort in knowing that I can’t control everything because there is a higher power that already knows what’s going on and is working to make it better.
Don’t beat yourself up over something you have no control over.
You were just a stranger and I saw you from afar. Being who I am, I wanted to talk to you, but decided not to.