“You know,” my friend said, “You’re allowed to miss people who aren’t supposed to be in your life.”
Self-discovery does not have a destination. Self-discovery it’s a journey. It is a scary and spectacular journey.
I took my broken heart and transformed it into art, into something permanent. I spent this time to sit quietly and listen to my powerful insights.
You’ll never fall in love with anyone else quite like us.
Love and heartbreak are one in the same. You never stop loving, but you learn to love differently, you learn to love from afar.
I want you to clear me of any uncertainty and challenge me with your sanity. I want you to be completely open and honest with me. Respect me, cherish me, choose me, and love me.
Love means knowing your partners weakness, but never taking advantage of it.
The brutal truth about this is that sometimes love just isn’t enough. You need more than that; you need reassurance, intimacy, patience, time, honesty, and the ultimate key communication.
I began to crave people who desperately needed me. If they needed me then that meant I had a purpose to live. It was a fulfilling feeling to be so worthy to someone when I felt so worthless myself. If I wasn’t need then, who was I and why am I here?
It’s desperately trying to stay afloat in the middle of an ocean as each wave takes you down. It’s trying to scream for help in a nightmare, but all that’s coming out is silence. It’s being trapped in your own body where nothing really makes sense.