Stop analyzing, stop being in your head — let’s just be in the moment.
this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about soulmates again. And I think soulmates do exist, but not in the be all, end all, love only one-person kind of way.
Saying goodbye doesn’t mean feelings go out the window. Ending things doesn’t mean that emotions die and wither. Closure just puts an imaginary smiley face on top of your heart. An imaginary coat of paint to mask the hurt.
They say, “Yes you will suffer.” But they don’t say, “But you will also experience the deepest of joys. You will experience the births and deaths of the greatest of loves.
We would be fractions of centimeters apart, where if you stood back far enough you might be able to fool someone into thinking they blurred together. You might not even notice the space.
And I guess what I’m trying to say is that strangers look through my feed and feel like they understand my life. They think all those snapshot moments paint an accurate picture of who I am: the girl who travels all the time, who runs around in city parks, who writes sappy poems and drinks at fancy bars. The girl without a care in the world. But she’s not me. Sometimes I don’t recognize her at all.
I’m tired of carrying this weight on my shoulders from my past that haunts me.
I don’t think it’s our fault that we do it. It’s how our hearts were made, really. It’s how our hearts were molded and held. We were born to be givers. To be the ones with bigger hearts than most, that grow and grow without needing to be full.
Gratitude keeps him happy with the nothing he became.