Should I write about how you inspire me to do better and be more than I have ever been? Should I write about how afraid I am to lose you?
Just because you never hit me does not mean that what you did was benign and wholesome. The hurt you caused was more than skin deep.
I don’t do casual, I don’t do part-time.
Something is missing, and that something is me.
True love is when two people’s broken hearts, with all the jagged pieces and sharp edges, happen to fit together.
Because no one else will truly know when you are ready. Only your own heart will let you know.
I purged myself of all my passions, the things that had once made me feel so alive. I was just hoping you could fill the voids I was creating.
I never had to teach myself to forgive you, but it took months to forgive myself.
What these people don’t understand is that, often times when you are alone, that is when you really feel alive.
Thinking about a past love shows that you are still hopeful for a future love.