The idea of time being a spiral is relaxing to me, though I’m not quite sure why. A therapist (I think it was the partially deaf one) explained this is because I am terrified of not being in control. Also I have no idea why I picked this photo to go with this article, it just looked very soothing to me.
Death sucks. It hurts and it rips and it scars you. Right now, I know it seems as if there are no words that can fix this.
When you love someone who values Quality Time, then they want to both give and receive the most priceless and irreplaceable gift of all – time.
I’m slowly learning to be okay with late arrivals, with things not being done on time, with delays and hurdles and starting over. I’m slowly learning how to let things expire.
You’re allowed to wait for your heart to heal. You’re allowed to take your time in moving on.
We often don’t think of paths as compilations of impurities. Of obstacles overcome time and time again. Of an entirety built from an eternity of coming into place.
I countdown week after week, getting tired more and more
I hate our timing. I hate how our timing never aligns. I hate how we never overlap. You’re always single when I’m taken and I’m always taken when you’re single.
Sometimes, the fact that you’re gone hurts, but I still thank Him for giving us a chance to be together – at least at that point in our lives.
It’s yours. This life is yours.