We choose who we love. And we actively make that choice.
Thank you for the broken promises. Thank you for the happy memories. Thank you for the lessons. Thank you for leaving.
I decided that I wasn’t going to wait for happiness. Happiness was not circumstantial. Happiness was whatever I decided it was.
You ask me to give you something, but I have nothing left in me to give. You can’t pour out of an empty cup.
I found myself depending on you for courage, so I had to let you go.
I dare you to love me when I’m strong.
You love me on my good days, but You love me harder on my bad days.
I think and overthink all of the hours of the day. But when he messages me, I smile.
I’m usually not big on crying in public, but I just couldn’t keep it together. Standing before me were crowds of young people with plenty of life before them having to ask: “Am I next?” And it broke my heart.
So if you’re looking for something different, look elsewhere. Because I like me.