I wish I could tell you that I’m sorry, even though I’ve already said it so many times. I’m sorry that I tend to self-sabotage when I’m too afraid of trusting my own happiness.
Because forgetting her will be the easy part.
You break your own heart when you hang out with people who don’t value you.
I didn’t walk too far, there’s nowhere to go in the city anyway, and I stand outside the door, and again I have a choice, another fork in the road
When you left, when you finally walked away from what was never going to work, I noticed something happen. Something strange. I started to feel like myself again.
You’re protective of your independence. After you had your heart broken, you worked hard to carve out independence for yourself and you’re not willing to give that up.
This is for anyone who’s happier now, who feels healthier now, who has realized refusing to wait for him to come around was the best decision they could have made.
Trust me when I say your luck will change. Things will get better. Things have to improve.
If I’m being truthful with myself, I know that being broken before is not a good enough excuse to not love you fully now.
You don’t feel like you’re letting go of the past, but that you’re letting go of the future.