In other words, try as you might, but darling, we are not dead to each other.
I knew the letter I wanted would never get written and the reflection that I was so desperately chasing would never be shared with me.
When you aren’t angry with someone, there’s nothing to project. When you haven’t lost yourself, there’s no one to go searching for.
It was where the experience with myself began to get better.
I hope you find a way to excite the people in front of you today and, so importantly, I hope you excite yourself.
We should indulge in each other. We should savor each other. We should look closer, lean in further, and be more tender.
I have to feel it all. Otherwise, I’m missing myself.
The truth is, we really are a compilation of all the people we have ever loved, of all the people we have ever been seen and held by.