You are too loving, too compassionate, too caring, too deep. You will always be these things
If no one has told you this recently, let me remind you that you are so much more than your experiences.
Love feels like comfort, love feels like I don’t have to say sorry when there is nothing to blame myself for.
She’s the one who is a little too nice. The girl people take for granted. She’s the one who gives away pieces of herself to make others feel whole.
Some people are not going to understand your heart, and that’s okay.
I will love you until you forget—who she was, how she left, why you stopped believing in love and in yourself for a minute. I will love you until you remember your worth.
I am proud of the way my heart keeps beating, keeps believing, keeps fighting. I am proud of who I am.
You are more than the ones who couldn’t love you with the same tenacity, who couldn’t promise forever, who couldn’t fight. You are more than a bleeding heart, letting yourself spill for people who don’t see your worth. You are more than this.
Because the laughter, the drive, the soul, the person you are cannot be replicated.
This is me pretending not to care because I think part of me always will.