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.
I know it’s foolish of me to hope for that “one day” to come, but I hope for it anyway.