Attachment is easy. Because it isn’t real. It’s just a blurry line of insecurities and self hatred. Love is fighting. It is having real arguments about real life. It is seeing this person’s flaws and accepting them. It is real work.
I know that if you truly love me, you’ll be able to show me. You’ll be able to say I love you in everything that you do. And you won’t need to shout it out to me. You won’t even need to whisper it in my ear. Because I will already know. Real love is so much more than those three words.
If you love me, don’t let me get away. Don’t let me give up on us. Don’t let me keep writing sad poems about you. Don’t let our history turn into dust.
I learned that alcohol could never make me forget. I learned that heartache made me feel physically ill. And
I learned that the only person who could fix my heart was me.
My friend, you are going to be ok without him. Because what you don’t know, is that, he is not the universe, or the sun, or the moon. That’s you.
I admit, it sounds pathetic doesn’t it? But that’s what true love does to people. It makes people believe in things they shouldn’t believe in. It makes people believe even when there’s no reason to anymore.
I want a real lover. Who has real intentions. Who has real values. Who isn’t going to pretend. Who isn’t going to fake it. Who loves me for me and nothing else.
You don’t have to wear a smile on your face everyday. You don’t have to cover up the scars that haunt you everyday. You don’t have to battle this fight by yourself. And you shouldn’t.
Go to sleep with your windows open. I promise you, it’ll be the best sleep of your life.
You’re ok with not being ok. You aren’t ashamed anymore about your anxieties and about your feelings. You talk to someone when you are feeling really down, and know what you need to do to get back up on your feet again.