I’d say I think about death in an incredibly self-absorbed way, because it usually comes up whenever I consider whether or not what I’m doing is actually Important or Worthy. This happens often. I am always stressed.
Old souls don’t just want to date you, they want to know you.
Life is a series of chain reactions, and it’s fun to look back on the dominoes that started it all.
When you have built a life for yourself, an identity that you like a lot and are in a place that you love, changing is (understandably) one of the last things on your mind. But life is full of unexpected turns.
We really have no control over anything. And for a certifiable control freak like myself, that’s not just unnerving. It’s paralyzing.
Goodbyes are hard because by the time you have to say them, usually, you have built memories, discovered more about yourself in and because of the person or place that you are leaving. You’ve grown together, but you are at an impasse now and you both feel it. You can’t grow much more together anymore. You know it’s time, but it’s still hard.
It’s funny isn’t it? How the one thing we fear most in this world, that we try desperately with all we have to avoid, tends to be the one thing that never fails to come our way?
Because at 2 am, last call was just announced and, these days, goodbyes are a little too reminiscent of death.
“…Let me love you And I will love you Until you learn to love yourself” – Ne-Yo You don’t want the flowers, the kisses, the hugs, the sex and the close proximity as much as you want to be seen.…
I had very little to say to him. I had moved on. Seeing him again wasn’t about closure, I had already written my own ending.