When you wake up next to the person you’ve spent days and weeks and months on end with and don’t feel a thing, has love expired?
It was so sweet of you to let me believe that I wasn’t pretty enough or good enough for you.
I will never be able to tell you how much I wish you had been in my life every day since we met.
Not taking care of yourself is self-harm, even if society doesn’t recognize it to be.
We’ll embrace all of the hard times just like we embrace the good ones, and that’s a promise.
There is nothing beautiful about a girl who cannot get through one day without crying.
You will never feel the way that you felt in the beginning stages of the relationship.
In a perfect movie, the very first glance would’ve been enough to sweep her off her feet and whisk her away into a fairytale romance. But life isn’t a perfect movie, nor did she expect it to be.
Being “pretty” on the outside has nothing on having a pretty mind, a pretty heart, and a pretty soul.
I am not desirable. I am not girlfriend material. I am not anything more than damaged goods that showed up on your doorstep one rainy day.