Find someone who feels like your favorite place. And find someone who becomes your favorite home to rest your tired head on at the end of everyday.
Now, I can’t even call out your name. Because what’s left of you is only the mess of me.
It’s nice sometimes. To know I had something so special that made saying goodbye so hard. And to know that at least once, I got to experience true, real, big love. But I still miss you. And I wonder, do you miss me too?
The journey of loving yourself isn’t always going to be linear. And it isn’t going to always be balanced. There will be days where you look in the mirror and hate what you see. But there will also be beautiful days, where you get up in the morning and like who you are. And you will smile to yourself, proud of how far you have come.
We don’t know how to communicate anymore. We just spit out white lies and hushed whispers. We don’t know how to be in love. Because all love has become for us, is something that ends.
Falling in love can be scary for anyone, especially falling in love for the first time. But when you have anxiety, the fears can grow. The uneasiness can take over. And your worries can sometimes overpower the feeling of love.
“I would’ve told my younger self to say ‘I love you’ more to everyone you care about. You never know when they will leave.”
You enjoy hanging out with your close friends and people that you love, but there is nothing like a quiet Friday evening spent doing your favorite things with nowhere to go and with no one to see.
Make mistakes. And then learn from them instead of beating yourself up about it.
I want to kiss you like we never stopped and to feel your safety net gather me up in your arms. I want to remember how it felt like to be with you. To be who we used to be. To love like we used to love. I want to hold onto forever for just one more day.