Your heart becomes braver every time you persist to love again, but it also becomes more careful.
It’s time to accept that some people will settle. That some people are happy with ‘good enough’. That some people would rather settle for shitty love than be alone because being alone scares them more than a mediocre love.
You don’t have to put on a mask and pretend like you couldn’t care less about him. You can be honest. You can be authentic.
Did you know if you dream about him five nights in a row,
your heart becomes a time machine?
Every person you love in your lifetime has meaning. Every person you have loved entered your life for a reason, whether it was to teach you something or help you through something, or simply be there when you had no one else. No one you love is irrelevant.
She just wanted to feel love and not have it thrown back in her face.
And I know, I know — it is difficult when every tender part of who you are has been bruised and let down by the ones who never learned how to love you properly. But you must believe in this love the way it believes in you. You must trust it.
Real love is about real life. And real life will never be constantly beautiful. Real life will never be breezy. Real life will never be perfect. And just like life, real love is a work progress. So don’t expect love to be easy. Don’t expect love to be perfect. After all, no one is. Nothing is.
Love is devotion, putting aside every other whim and desire of the world to say to the person you wish to spend forever with that you will, no matter the obstacle.
She knows that even if things don’t work out, she doesn’t regret the chance she takes and for giving her all.