You are worth more than just an afterthought, more than just the girl he was never sure of.
I know what you are willing to give me by now. Enough to keep me interested, but not to keep me happy. Enough to make me feel like you care, but not enough to make me feel like you are committed.
Saying goodbye doesn’t mean feelings go out the window. Ending things doesn’t mean that emotions die and wither. Closure just puts an imaginary smiley face on top of your heart. An imaginary coat of paint to mask the hurt.
I want to tell him everything. That my heart feels like it was smashed in the concrete and stomped on and over and over. I want to tell him that I thought he was different. That I thought he’d be the one to change everything.
But just as I did, you will get over this person. Millions of people have been heartbroken before. But it didn’t kill them and it won’t kill you. You are resilient whether you know it or not. You are strong and you are brave, whether you know it or not.
You’re my favorite person to come home to because your touch is comfort, your embrace is peace.
These girls know how to love furiously and passionately and chaotically, they know that sometimes love is not what it had promised to be, sometimes it isn’t even close.
Commitment scares me, so if I am able to push my fears aside to stay with you, then you must really mean something to me.
Stop acting like you are such a screw up. Stop telling yourself that you are unlovable, that you are undeserving of a serious relationship.
She will not question her worth because of you. She will not think less of herself because of you.