Someone once told me that all relationships have a beginning, a middle, and an end.
You know that if it were any of your friends in that scenario, you’d be flabbergasted that they don’t see exactly what’s in front of them. You’d be sad that they don’t know their worth.
When you’re in an almost relationship, it’s hard to tell where the “almost” ends and the “relationship” begins.
In life, you’ll always wish you knew what was coming.
And even so I wonder. Vulnerability. Heartbreak. Bare truths. Consuming. Spontaneous.
It only takes looking at you and seeing in your eyes how much you love us.
It was a pleasure to meet you, stranger.
The years passed as you watched me turn into the woman that I am today. We grew apart every single day.
You come up with excuses to see him out of the blue.
Don’t tell anyone you want to see them if you don’t mean it. Don’t just tell someone how you can’t let go of them and then proceed to do so a few hours later.