There are two ways to live with sadness: let it hold you down at night, crawl with you in your bed and envelops you in its warm but dark embrace then let it push you up in the morning as you crawl out of bed and live your life.
She hates her heart for feeling this much. She hates herself for feeling way too much.
You’re never going to see him heal. You’re never going to see how much he’s grown and matured after you left.
Falling in love again and again despite all the pain you’ve been through. Relationships end, but the feelings don’t completely die with it.
She’s not happy—
You know it as she stares back at you
with dead eyes filled with
debris of broken stardusts
I want to go on with my life without any more grudge. I don’t want that heavy feeling in my chest. I deserve the kind of breathlessness that comes from cliff diving or snorkeling, not the kind where I get left behind.
