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 exist in two places, here and where you are.” — Margaret Atwood
I don’t want to waste another minute with someone who doesn’t believe, who doesn’t care to try, who doesn’t want to be loved fully, completely, and deeply by me.
If you’re not going to believe—in me, in us—then you’re wasting your time.
Love is thousands of tiny moments—exhausting, frustrating, wonderful, and inconsequential—that build a connection that’s beyond temporary.
We are like stars—there’s a chance we might burn out. There’s a chance the universe knows our destiny, knows we’re meant to fade before the light years even reach us.