The first time you said that you loved me, I believed you right away.
Do you need that? Do you want that? Question yourself. Reevaluate your definition of love and the kind that you deserve.
Her mother has taught her how to love, how to hate, how to fight, and since losing the most influential person in her life; how to survive.
We would be fractions of centimeters apart, where if you stood back far enough you might be able to fool someone into thinking they blurred together. You might not even notice the space.
You deserve someone that you desire, not someone that you feel you desperately need.
The truth is, though, – just because you come from a broken home, DOES NOT mean you have to live a broken life.
You have nothing to lose, because your next destination might be the place where you belong.
You will change your bedsheets daily because none seems to not have a memory with him.
Thank you. Because I finally realised that I am so much more than enough, riddled with flaws and imperfections, as I am today. These are my flaws. My imperfections. And they make me who I am.
She doesn’t want to remember you by the thousand things that she associates you with.