How To Love People Who Know Pain Like The Back Of Their Hand
It takes real love and compassion to break their walls and penetrate the layers of their defense. It takes pure intentions and a kind heart to let them know that you’re not like the rest.
It takes real love and compassion to break their walls and penetrate the layers of their defense. It takes pure intentions and a kind heart to let them know that you’re not like the rest.
This is for you, the one who loved him more than words could say. Who patiently waited for him. To come back. To change his mind. To choose you.
“It should only be fun and games.” I thought I was ready for that, but I have never been so wrong in my life.
I will unlove you when my heart gets tired. When it no longer wants to do anything anymore. When it stops beating for you.
I hope he holds your hand when you feel cold. Or when you are anxious. Or just simply hold your hand because he doesn’t want to let you go.
You can’t stab me and expect me to say sorry for bleeding. I don’t want to apologize anymore for being angry.
They say that the key to moving on is forgiveness and acceptance. I beg to differ. I will never be able to forgive you.
Closure is not forgetting. It’s not about erasing them from your memory and pretending they never existed. Closure is being fine with remembering.
I stopped looking for monsters under my bed.
And you know what, maybe he’s really not the one. But he’s worth the chance.