amy

لا أبحث عن نصفي الأخر لأنني لستُ نصفًا. -I’m not searching for my other half because I’m not a half.

I know people come and go but it still hurts when they do.

Imagine your goals are a distant mountain. As long as you are moving toward the mountain, you will be alright. If you ever have a time when you aren’t sure what to do, ask yourself if this step will take you closer to your mountain. If so, take it; if not find another path that does.

And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.

How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.