Sometimes people miss the way you made them feel about themselves.
No one talks about how loud silence is when the person you want to hear from most doesn’t reach out.
When you’re the girl who is too familiar with a love that leaves what you learn to appreciate and admire are every relationship you see that’s good, that lasts because it’s those people that give you hope.
I’ve learned lately that we are all going to miss someone at some point and it doesn’t make you weak it just proves love was real even in their absence.
Maybe I needed to lose what felt like everything at the time to realize I still had a lot.
When you break up with someone with an anxiety disorder, it doesn’t end at the breakup; there is a whole other storm that follows, where it’s the individual against themselves.
I want you to remember how long you stared at your phone hoping it would ring only it didn’t.
I hope you find yourself again in all this chaos and heartbreak. I hope you fall back into the things you love about life and not just the part of your life you loved someone. I hope you learn to like walking alone and realize you don’t have to be lonely doing so.
Heartbreak. Rejection. Failure. All these determinants at the moment don’t feel like blessings in disguise but that’s exactly what they are.
I mumbled, ‘thank you God’ in many prayers more times than I could count on Sundays.