So let me love you, but let me love you right. Bring me your tired body. Bring me your soft heart. Bring me everything that makes your heart quiver and your mind tense. Let me kiss these broken shards of you and let them know that they are loved too.
So what do you do when you realise that you have strayed so far away from your life goals that there is nothing you can do to possibly come back and make that time up?
You invent new ones.
Closure is what you make of it. What matters is how the thing you are seeking closure for affected you. What lessons you took from it. And how easily you are willing to let it go.
When someone has taken up permanent residence in a corner of your heart, but been temporary in your life, you will always remember them.
Who was the person who had always held my heart and treated it with the utmost care? Who was the person who gently nursed it back to health each time? Who was the person who deserved my gentle heart more than anyone I had given it to? The answer was always there. It was me.
Some loves were not planted in the right soil to grow.
You realise you have to learn who you are all over again. Abusive relationships drain your personal energy, they rely heavily on making you forget who you are independent of that toxic human in your life. You remember attributes of your own that you had to hide away in order to appease this toxic person. You learn how to allow those attributes to flourish.
Celebrate the little things. You’re the only one who gets to see them, so celebrate them.
Every year she promises herself that she’ll be better, every new year’s resolution is the same. But sometimes flaws talk so loudly that just existing causes her enough pain.
You are ocean deep and those that are as shallow as puddles will always dismiss you, misunderstand you, abandon you; all for fear of disappearing in your depths.