You used to be her world. Her galaxy. Her setting sun. Her dying dawn. But with time, she realized that she was and is her own damn universe.
You only gave me half of your effort, half of your attention, half of your heart.
When you’re madly in love, you want to be able to pick up each other’s phones cavalierly without having to worry about what you might find. But not every relationship is built to withstand 1,000 percent honesty.
You light your vanilla candle, the one your best friend gave you from Bath & Body Works that smells like middle school and memories. It’s 7 pm. You’re already half drunk and exhausted. It’s only Monday.
Tomorrow. I know what you’re thinking. Tomorrow this and tomorrow that. Stop! Focus on the now, and on the present moment. For all you know, tomorrow may not come, so don’t waste your time fretting about it.
If you love her, you will tell her she’s acting silly when she complains about how much weight she has gained or how messy her hair looks. You will encourage her to wear what she wants, because she looks good in anything.
Most importantly, they will remind you every day that you are worthy of love for yourself. And they will remind you that you are still so incredibly lovable even after all this time.
Don’t go down that path. For you are by far the greatest thing that he will never get to have. And you are by far have the most wonderful and beautiful heart, that he will never get to unravel.
What’s done is done. What’s happened has already happened. Maybe it was wonderful. Maybe it wasn’t. But, regardless, I can’t keep opening up old wounds. I can’t keep picking at scars ready for them to bleed. I can’t keep opening up my heart until all of it has dissolved right in front of me.
Someone you can walk through bookshops with for hours without growing bored.