I missed you. And I still miss you. But I learned that it was more painful to question our friendship and to question myself than it was to realize that sometimes people come and go, and that this is just part of life.
I forgive you.
We are afraid to care because caring means putting our hearts on the line. And the concept of letting others affect us deeply is terrifying.
So why do I try so hard to be “normal?” Why do I push myself so much when I feel like crap 70-80% of the time?
You don’t feel one hundred percent, but little by little, you do actually start to get a little bit better.
I guess whenever love is involved, we are never really ready to say goodbye.
Sometimes you have to say goodbye to someone good and instead wait patiently for someone better.
Forgive yourself for not knowing who you were, and for giving in to social pressure so that you could feel like you fit in.
Make sure you have days when you don’t have to be so strong.
He gave up on you.