Past hurts linger and affect us just as much as happy memories do.

Love is bravery and admiring someone without having to make them yours.

I deserve a love who is never unsure of me. A love that never questions me, and a love that accepts me for all that I am.

This is me saying goodbye; vehemently hoping you will hear my cries. This is me telling you that I envision my future without you; that I never meant to lead you on, that I wish you could see that we were…

When we settle in relationships, we miss out on other opportunities.

You cling to your perception that the one you loved is sacred; too pure to subject to an everlasting haze of forced amnesia, but you’re allowed to forget them.

I started reaching for the stars and grabbing onto them, refusing to let go even if one or another burnt me. I started trying to achieve.

Yes, it is good that you left. That was too many tears, too much sadness, too much, too much for one girl to take.

Love is hard.

I’ve spent over 17,000 hours without your touch.