I’ll never be satisfied with a heart that’s not all mine.
I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to love again without thinking about how or when it will end. I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to believe in love one more time without trying to protect my heart from being broken.
I hope this is the year where you find things easily coming together instead of falling apart.
The truth is it will always feel like something is missing.
I hope you know that you always have a choice. I hope you understand that you are capable of changing your life even if the odds are against you.
I don’t know how to be anything other than intense. All in. Too much. Too involved. I don’t know how to be an almost or anything in between.
Do me a favor and know when to end things. When it causes you more pain than joy, end it. When it makes you feel like you’re not good enough, end it.
I don’t know if I’ll miss you and I don’t know if I’ll miss the place we once called home, but I know that at this moment, I miss myself more. I’ve locked the real me inside for so long. I was forced to become someone else to make you and everyone else here happy. But I’m finally done with it all.
You weren’t the year for me and it’s time to move on. It’s time to let you go.
In 2019, I’m putting all my faith in God. I’m going to let him guide me without trying to interfere with his plans. I’m not going to keep knocking on the doors he decided to close.