I will love you until you forget—who she was, how she left, why you stopped believing in love and in yourself for a minute. I will love you until you remember your worth.
Only when be really get vulnerable do we find that we’re not alone, that others are struggling, too.
Accept the fact that sometimes you won’t understand why you’re feeling a certain way, and that’s okay.
You can’t be scared to love again because each love is a new chapter. And damn it, you deserve to write yourself a beautiful story.
It’s obvious that they care, but there’s just a little something holding them back from truly letting you in.
You suck because you’re letting a few terrible times alter your perception of the way the world dates. You suck because you’re choosing to only see the crap, rather than the possibility, the ‘maybes,’ the ‘could bes’ surrounding letting another person in.
Don’t build the wall so high that possibility can’t get in, but don’t make it so accessible that toxicity does.
He has a conversation with you in an intimate place or position.
Because when you pull back the curtain, when you strip down to the basics, when you unveil the truth about your relationship—trust is all there is. And if you don’t have trust, you don’t have real love.
I think people believe trusting is weak, is naïve. But I’ve never agreed with that.