It’s the beginning of a new life that you’re not in. It’s the beginning of me not choosing you.
Choosing You Forever
She’s scared that she’ll do something small and stupid that will ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
It’s brave to take a risk in love when it would be so much easier to lock yourself inside your bedroom and lock your heart inside your ribcage.
It means you’re not afraid of letting people know you can’t do everything on your own but it won’t kill you if they can’t help. It won’t kill you if they said no.
This isn’t new. This isn’t novel. It’s just not the path of least resistance.
I will choose you, even in the doubt. Even in the moments we both hesitate, wondering whether this is love. I will accept that we are flawed and imperfect, and still I will love you anyway.
Sleeping with him. You don’t have to have sex every single time you two hang out. He should be happy to see you and have a face-to-face conversation with you — even if that means he doesn’t get a glimpse of your body.
You are the one consuming, choosing and returning to these things. Nobody is holding a gun to your head.
For hurting you. You haven’t been easy on this body, this brain, this soul.
If you keep ending up in a certain relationship pattern, there’s a reason. Become conscious of it and choose differently.