You pretend that what you feel is love for so long that you trick your mind into thinking it is.
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.
Starting over means you’re brave. You’re not afraid to end things. You’re not afraid to break your own heart.
Thank you for mistreating me at the end, because it reminded me that I deserve more.
People are like beautiful places you’ve been; you want to stay there forever but you can’t.
But just remember… Every goodbye leads to a hello.
You never wanted to live in Los Angeles. I never wanted to live in New York. There we were, standing on two different ends of the country unwilling to find common ground.
When you lose someone, you don’t just lose them once. You lose them every single day, you lose them slowly.
When all you want to do is move on, but he makes it damn near impossible.
Goodbye to them who can live life without you in it. The ones who made you feel that you will never be worthy of their reciprocated commitment, affection or love.