This is me deciding I can’t control everything and I have to be okay with that. This is me deciding things will be okay – somehow, someway.
You pretend that what you feel is love for so long that you trick your mind into thinking it is.
In order to find the things in this life worth holding onto, we must first master the art of letting go.
Look inside for happiness, not outside.
This fall, I’m letting go of the summer waves and the summer flings and everything that didn’t last.
I have learned that loving you means letting you leave.
But the beauty about freefall, is in that moment, you find your wings.
The art of letting go isn’t about making all of their memories disappear, though. It’s about accepting that some parts will stick with you, but that’s okay.
Do you think two people can forget the way another’s lips tasted on their mouth?
I can’t keep waiting and hoping that someday you will show me everything that your words have said. I think I deserve better than that.