Be proud of your openness, of your vulnerability, of your depth. Be proud about your old-fashion way of falling in love.
You’re allowed to be yourself. You’re allowed to be your own kind of beautiful. You’re allowed to be all of the things that set you apart from the crowd. You’re allowed to wear the shape of you however you like.
At the end of the day, you can only trust yourself because people change, their priorities change, their feelings change and their love changes. You’re the only one truly capable of saving yourself from any rut you’re stuck in.
Splash your face with cool water and close your eyes, feel the sensation on your skin. You are alive. How beautiful is that?
You appreciate yourself for the imperfect, complex, and astounding being you are.
Impress, appreciate, and never stop working on yourself.
She is the type of girl to run after what she wants in life which is exactly what she did with you. But she needed to do it for someone else. For something else. For the sanity of her soul. For the pounding of her heart. She needed to do it for the oxygen in her lungs. To lift that weight off. The weight of her past loves, her past spaces and past self.
Nobody is like you. And that’s beautiful. You are beautiful.
It doesn’t matter how much time you’ve wasted on him, all that matter is that you’ve decided to let him go now.
You’re actually trying to escape from yourself, not the place where you live.