Letting go of us, of you, will make space for what I’m now ready to receive.
Living together means putting in effort even when you aren’t in the mood, when you would rather climb into bed and fall asleep.
You are supposed to take care of your person and they are supposed to take care of you.
I’m sorry you were the person I used to feel better about myself. I’m sorry you were the only way I could think of to take the loneliness away.
I really should stop reading through old messages, because they are only making me miss you more. They are reminding me of all of the good times.
I never properly mourned our relationship because there was always a piece of me that assumed you would come back.
She is the girl who offered her love and received nothing in return. Who decided to keep on fighting for a relationship that should have ended a long time ago.
Seeing you has become the highlight of my week. It’s what I look forward to when I wake up in the morning.
I have to remind myself we never dated, because it feels like we did. It feels like you were my boyfriend. It feels like you promised me something, even though you never actually said the words aloud.
I am not pushing others away anymore. I am allowing them access to my mind and my heart. I am taking risks I used to avoid.