Even the strongest girls break down. When they’ve had enough, when they’ve been strong for too long and they just can’t do it anymore.
I find comfort in waking up every day without waiting for a call or a text, without having to wonder how someone feels, without missing anyone.
At the end of the day, your best friend will always be there for you no matter where you are.
Fall in love with an artist because artists don’t know how to love softly or half-heartedly. They love like there’s no tomorrow. They give their all. They don’t hold back.
And the pain of love is a thousand times better than the pain of loneliness.
She doesn’t miss you because she doesn’t miss rejection, she doesn’t miss heartbreak and she doesn’t miss questioning herself every night.
It’s the beginning of a new life that you’re not in. It’s the beginning of me not choosing you.
I wish I didn’t know better because knowing better makes you realistic and logical and calculated. It makes you curb what your heart really desires. It makes you leave.
I’m slowly learning that it’s time to just be the person who loves more and cares deeply and tries harder.
This is me kicking you out of my heart. This is me making room for someone else. Someone who is everything you’re not.