When I think of you, I think of writing a hundred different poems about love and loss and adventure and the quiet nights spent missing you.
Chasing someone looks a lot like the sad reflection of yourself when you stand in front of a mirror wondering what they don’t like about you.
There must be a language that doesn’t depend on words,
Like God’s presence in my life as the morning sun gently hits my awakening eyes;
The softness of my cat’s fur as I run my fingers through it while he purrs.
Let me hear Your voice amidst the noises of the world.
I like my bed to myself, my house to myself, my pizza to myself, and more for myself. Really, there’s no space in my life for somebody else.
That give you the last piece of pizza kind of love.
Wait for someone who is giving and does not keep count of the good things they do for you.
Healing is not going to war and coming out unshaken. It’s moving forward despite the bruises and scars.
We broke up because it wasn’t so hard to see how you truly felt when it was in the inconsistencies in what you said and what you did.
You get to assess why the relationship didn’t work out.