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.
You won’t be the first, nor the last, twenty-something to wonder if this is really the world they were promised they’d find.
The difference between you and her is that you’re scared of what might happen if it doesn’t work out and she’s cared of what might happen if she lets you go. You’re scared of staying and she’s scared of leaving.
A slight bruise to your ego is a small price to pay for something as beautiful, rare and worthy as love.