It always seems impossible, until it’s not.
Forget for a second that your heart was ever broken and love like you’re fifteen again with the same passion, with the same innocence, with the same purity and the same hope.
You are not finished. Your story is not over. Your legacy has not been left; in fact, you are still building it with your hands, your voice, your steps, your heart.
We have to understand that we’re still discovering parts of ourselves, but that doesn’t mean we’re any less whole. We were never, are never incomplete. We are simply evolving.
We don’t even give the universe a chance. We don’t even give ourselves a chance.
I feel sorry for you. For her. For what the both of you had the potential to be, but never became. A close-but-not-close-enough, a halfway connection, an almost-love.
And you know what, maybe he’s really not the one. But he’s worth the chance.
Failure is not an option, they say. I agree it’s not an option because it’s part of this natural progression that we call “life”.
Timing might be a somewhat valid reasoning as to why something isn’t going your way at this moment but timing isn’t everything.
In my life I’ve learnt that when we follow our hearts, the magic happens.