I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,
but bones are stronger once they heal.
So maybe it’s a little worse for wear and tear. Maybe it’s black and blue and not working quite the way it used to. Maybe it’s beating, but just barely.
You never have the chance to sit back and relax, because you’re selfless. You’re always busy doing something for someone else.
My heart is mine. It’s not yours. It does not belong in your hands and it is not your property. So don’t act like you can toss it around like a bowling ball. Don’t act like it’s yours for taking, like it’s something that you can own. Like I’m something you can own.
This is me learning not to trust too much or fall too soon. This is me learning to take it easy on my heart this time. This is me seeing people for who they are not who I want them to be.
Your heart is not made of glass. It doesn’t break just because it hurts. It’s not beyond repair just because it feels a little bruised.
People never remain in my world for long, so I try not to get too attached.
She knows that even if things don’t work out, she doesn’t regret the chance she takes and for giving her all.
Do not be afraid.
Never, ever underestimate how powerful you are. Having a big heart is your strength.