I think some of the biggest tragedies are ones that are hidden in plain sight. It’s not always the big breakups or accidents. Sometimes it’s the slow forgetting of a person, the lingering way we start to stop staying in touch.
When I believed in you and thought you believed in me and I didn’t think more of what else could be.
I cannot relive memories in order to render my present a shell of a life.
I wish for more firsts. First times going to new places. First times meeting new faces. First times feeling butterflies for the first time in a long time.
When you’re feeling hollow, your heart may feel heavy and your stomach may feel empty in a way that food cannot nourish. Your mind may be searching for a distraction that can help you forget, if only for a moment, that you feel broken.
I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, but when confronted with your reality, I am scared.
Pretty sounds like something people tell you to make you feel better, like being told you’re talented when you’re still too inexperienced.
I had to teach myself how to be brave again.