These moments are not here to break you or leave you shattered; these moments are here to make you even a better version of yourself and a stronger one.
I think I loved you because you made me want to be a better person.
I’ve spent so much time and energy caring already about all this nonsense that it deprived me of my own inner peace.
Choosing to blame life and circumstances for how you turned out to be is basically you giving up on yourself.
I don’t forgive them for breaking your heart or for making you put up all these walls around you to shield it so much. I don’t forgive them for making it so hard for you to trust again.
Sing your heart out on that karaoke night, even if you realize later that your voice wasn’t that great. Dance like no one’s watching, even if you will look so silly doing it.
The worst part is that while I was yelling, talking badly about you, calling you names and wishing that you would hurt just the way you hurt me, I realized that I was destroying myself in the process.
I don’t feel bad for feeling the way I do about you, and I know that with time, things will get better.
I want to get to know you—all of you.
This feeling is not sadness—it’s absolute nothingness.