People walk out in shame. They walk out in fear. They run away. They hide.
Here’s to the friends whose eyes light up when they hear our dreams. Whose hearts flutter with joy as they watch us climb. Whose faith fuels our journey, on whose love we soar.
Hold people gently—forevers are a series of nows.
I’m worthy of being seen, no matter what I look like.
I knew right then that I needed no one but myself to pull me up and keep going.
Let go of a love that cannot hold you.
Love is shared and experienced in a million actions.
I’d tell her that she already is and has everything she will ever need to do what she wants to in this world.
Does he say things like “I didn’t think you existed, but I am so glad you do” to her? I think if this would make me jealous. Perhaps, it’s better I don’t know.
Here’s to the things you no longer do for you’ve chosen to be truer to yourself.