We are full of tornadoes of instincts, earthquakes of poor judgment, downpours of salt water we can’t get a hold of, gusts of anger and denial, so much we can’t control — but I promise, all storms will reconcile in time.
It took me far too long to realize the difference between someone telling you they love you, and actually loving you.
I want more people to grasp the idea that it is utterly understandable to feel like you can never get back that love you have given to another person.
You can either live life in reverse and focus your time on this planet regretting, never moving forward, and holding onto that safety blanket from years ago. Or you can take all of your past mistakes and lessons and learn from them.
Someday you’re going to meet them.
You will always be pieces of your past, little pebbles of every person you’ve ever dated, ever loved, ever kissed. That is okay.
I relied so heavily on someone else for my happiness that I forgot how much power I had over my own life. I am my own person, I make my happiness, and I decide if I am going to let people ruin that too.