I am not going to take steps backward. I am not going to retreat to the past. I am not going to let my guilt pull me in the wrong direction.
knowing your worth
It’s time to admit to yourself that he doesn’t miss you, no matter how much you wish he did.
I’m slowly learning that every time I let people determine my value, I lose. Every time I give them that power, I get weaker. Every time I take their actions personally, I forget how to love myself.
If I was to be less sugar and more spice — if I wanted to fuck him, I would have.
When she loves, it’s unconditional and irrational. The mind speaks of uncertainties but her heart believes it is made for love solely.
Thank you for teaching me the value of being alone.
I suppose my love for you started to seep out from my pores, slowly, each time you broke me a little more, each time you hurt me a little more, each time I got closer and closer to numbness, because our love always felt more like pain than love, more tragic than beautiful.