Rania Naim

And maybe I say that I know better now but then I find myself forgetting everything I learned as I reach out to you.

I’m slowly learning that every time I let people determine my value, I lose. Every time I give them that power, I get weaker. Every time I take their actions personally, I forget how to love myself. 

You reignited the spark that burned out a long time ago. You reestablished a connection that was lost and I never thought I’d ever find it. I felt everything with you after years of feeling nothing.

Because fixing something requires strength, patience, perseverance, resilience and wisdom and sometimes human beings run out of all that.

Don’t be surprised when she looks at you and doesn’t feel a thing. You taught her how to stop loving you.

I still believe that all the nights you stayed up waiting for a call you didn’t receive will be replaced by hours of conversations with someone who doesn’t want to hang up.

There’s a kind of love that’s real. The kind of love that goes to bed with all your demons and still wakes up with you in the morning. The kind of love that you don’t hide parts of yourself from.

Giving up on each other is what feeds our anxiety, depression, self-loathe and insecurities. Giving up too soon is what makes people so guarded and so afraid of opening up again.

Maybe it’s not so much about what we tell God but more about what he’s trying to tell us. Maybe we’re too busy talking and telling him what we need that we forget to step back and listen to his answers.

‘Too much’ will never be enough for you.

You’re allowed to be standing still while everyone is hustling because it doesn’t matter how fast you move if you’re moving in the wrong direction.

Maybe you’re not the year for me. Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe I wanted more from you but now I know you’re not the one.

The beauty of falling back is that you save yourself from falling down. You save yourself from being ambushed by a fall you didn’t prepare for or didn’t see coming.

I guess there’s no more us. I guess there was never an ‘us.’I guess ‘us’ was nothing but a fantasy.

But one thing I know for sure is that we can always wake up from the wrong dream. It doesn’t have to be the reality we keep on living. It doesn’t have to be our story.

They come back when you’ve built your own home and learned how to let the sunlight in all the dark spots they left.

But even though closure is overrated, sometimes it’s exactly what you need to realize that you don’t need to seek closure from anyone anymore. It’s exactly what you need to learn that it doesn’t really matter.

She wants to stick around but she finds it easier to walk away. She finds it easier to be alone. She finds it easier to be selfishly guarded instead of getting hurt again.