Witnessing others fall in love and stay in love, is a magical thing. It gives you hope that love still exists in the world.
I’ve never been the one to leave. I haven’t mastered the art of goodbyes.
I’ve always seen closed doors as a missed opportunity, as a, I’m sorry”, maybe next time. I’ve always felt so dissatisfied when things didn’t work out, when I didn’t get what I so desperately thought I wanted. But now, I’m starting to see the bigger picture.
Know that your type will never go out of style. That the world thrives off the love you graciously give. You pour into all the half empty cups. Filling them up. Quenching their thirst.
I’ve always felt the need to be strong for everyone else. But right now, I need someone to be strong for me. I need someone to just simply say, “it’s going to be okay”.
I don’t know that my life would ever be the same. I don’t know that I’d see these faces again. I don’t know that’d it be easier calling another place home.
I’m that girl that tries to read a book and will probably never finish. I’m that girl that will stop in the middle of the street to pet a dog. I’m that girl that needs to be reminded you care. I’m that girl that doesn’t mind sitting in silence.
It is the constant struggle of finding our place, only to be told we belong there no more. It’s trying to make our mark. Figuring out what steps to take, what hands to hold, and what decisions to make.
In my wildest dreams, we were together and the world was perfect.
So often we are figuring out ways to get ahead. Preparing for what comes next. Rarely are we ever still. But just imagine if we were. God says for us to be still.