Will I ever heal? I don’t think so.
Death sucks. It hurts and it rips and it scars you. Right now, I know it seems as if there are no words that can fix this.
When he tells you he loves you, accept the words. Accept the feeling.
I don’t think that grieving is a fabricated term, I just feel that the affiliations with the definition can be more hindering than helpful.
Soulmates are absolutely everywhere. In many many forms.
When a heart breaks, the pieces can begin to come together when the logic of what actually happened can be verified.
Choose now. Choose yourself. Try. Fail. Fly. Soar. Crash. Do it all.
We can’t force ourselves into situations because we think it’s what we should be doing.
She will introduce you to a world you didn’t know existed because you never chose to see it the way she did.
Let’s love out loud. Together. Every chance we get. It’s worth a try, right?