Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

“I dated a guy for four years. When I was finally ready for him to be my first, he blurted out that he had slept with a woman at his work. I’ve been scarred ever since.”

If he never asks you questions about yourself, he’s totally not into you. And finally, if he texts you, “Want to hang out?” at 2 a.m on a Monday, HE’S NOT INTO YOU.

And I want a relationship where when he tells me he loves me, he will say it without hesitation in his voice or a drop of liquor on his tongue.

“When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.”

But I can’t forget you. Not now and not ever. I think a part of you is stapled onto my heart forever. Or maybe you’re painted on it. Permanent brush strokes that make me happy and sad at the same time.

Be astonished by how the stars light up the dark, and how it can snow in March and how rivers never seem to end. Taste different tongues and smile when lips meet yours that crave you just as much.

The acceptance of what has already happened, is tragically beautiful. It gives you the power to finally let go. And to finally start healing and stitch your sweet soul back together.

I hope you remember that you were brought into this earth because somebody wanted you. And somebody still wants you here. You’re a miracle gift to the world. And my dear, you are loved.