Love isn’t perfect. So how could I expect the next man I fall for to be?
Pounds will come and go, don’t let a number define you.
Because at the end of the day this is just one chapter in my book. It’s only a few pages from a thousand of pages. It’s a continuation of a previous chapter or an introduction to a new one. It’s just one chapter and I’m ready to finish it.
You don’t have time to pity yourself. You don’t have time to hate that boy who left you a long time ago. You don’t have time to regret the past or look down at your rearview mirror. You don’t have enough room in your heart to hold onto everything that broke you. So let it all go. Let 2017 go and all the years before.
Leo: You’re too busy taking your 102nd selfie right at midnight because you thought a pic with confetti would get a ton of likes on Instagram.
Sagittarius: Put yourself out there, unapologetically.
Get ready, ladies. Next year is all about us.
Let 2018 be the year where you grow truly comfortable with yourself. Let 2018 be the year you can enter a room full of strangers and still feel whole. Let 2018 be the year where you no longer search for love, because you’ve grown to find it inside of yourself.
What we have is nameless, but honey, this is much deeper than those who say they are a couple.
In 2018, I am going to find happiness without you, without any man.