Thank you for making me realize that trying to water a dead flower isn’t going to bring it back to life.
You cry every single day, but you “love” them, so how can you leave? This is all part of the game.
I hope that one day someone will ask you if you have any regrets and my name is the first thing that pops into your mind.
What I couldn’t accept for a very long time was that loving that amicable man also meant loving the ferocious one. And the truth is: you can’t do both.
Am I surrounding myself with people who leave me feeling happy or leave me feeling sad?
That’s how it is. You say things I want to hear, and I do the same to you. We don’t talk about feelings or unresolved matters. We don’t even acknowledge them.
Don’t stay for the sake of love. I know it is easier said than done and you’re still probably madly in love with them. But remember, love can drive one insane. Love makes people do ridiculous things.
I think there’s this misconception that there’s only one type of love. Whereas I think love has shades to it. And if I’ve only felt the light pinks or corals of it, I’m okay with that. It means I’m saving up for the deepest magenta thing you’ve ever seen.
I am no longer the insecure and broken little girl who fell in love with someone who didn’t respect me. I am stronger, wiser, and more confident about what I have to offer the world. I know better than to settle for mediocrity in relationships, and I refuse to let the fire burning brightly within me fizzle out at the hands of someone else.
You will never be a man who will surprise me with grand gestures or suddenly find the perfect words that speak right to my heart. Instead, you will be the man who will try your hardest to quit smoking because I don’t like the smell, who will insist on giving me your last bit of water so that I’ll stay hydrated on our cycles while you endure the thirst, and whose answer to my question of favorite activity to engage in is, “watching TV with you”.