It takes work. But all the best things do.
That’s a dangerous thing, loving someone more than you are capable of loving yourself. That’s not really love at all.
And that is most the beautiful thing about living and growing and getting older and wiser, filling in the pieces to your own puzzle.
We all have our reasons, and mine was simply you.
There is something to be said about learning to be alone.
The world moves so fast now.
All your mistakes, all the pain you caused, it might take a little longer to hit you, but I promise one day you’ll wake up, and finally get it.
It was never the wrong time, you were just the wrong one.
But the more time that passes, I have to keep telling myself that with you, as much as I want too, there’s no moving forward.
It’s a choice that we make, not something we opt out of for fear of being uncomfortable.