It doesn’t become weird then to say that we feel lost.
Why would I want to remold facts or change my beliefs only because you left?
I hope you learn how to love someone for the way he likes to drink his tea or for the way he pulls an effort to show off something he has done.
You think everything is going perfect. You think nothing will beat your bond. You have met the love of your life and nothing ever could draw you apart. You think you know each other well nothing can come between you but this is not how life works.
The mistake was that I wanted you to love me so much I forgot to love myself.
Your phone doesn’t ring. Social media is basically the only way you get in touch with others. The only way to show them that you’re alive. You believe that if you deactivated your online accounts no one would notice your absence.
Love is not a game. Love is not about rules. Love is about souls, about hearts, and about that mirror that we allow to reflect our spirits so that we are truly naked before each other.
This thing will pass — your boredom, your suffering, the idea that you hate your life, that your love is worthless, that you will never be good at anything.
I have waited for someone to care enough to pass by my house just to see how I am doing. For the phone to ring because someone missed me.
The wrong person is not really wrong. No one is ever entirely wrong. No one is ever entirely anything.