Be In My Circle

It hurts ending things with you. It hurts so much. I felt my heart breaking while typing what I wanted to say to you. It broke my heart when I got your reply. I wish I could say all the things that I wanted to say in person but I just know I couldn’t. Once I see you, I’d start crying and forget what I wanted to say. I really love you. It hurts so much knowing we can’t be anything more. I wish we could. I really wish we could.

I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

The best pair in the world is smile and cry. They won’t meet each other at a time. If they meet, that is the best moment in your life

You tricked me into believing that you actually cared about me.

You won’t find sad people crying in public , blurting their story out over alcohol, sometimes you find them laughing around others, sometimes you will find them protecting you from their own sadness and it’s a sad fact how sometimes we have to be both brave and sad at the same time.

Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

She’s sitting right in front of me, but at the same time she’s a million miles away.

In every word I write, I can hear my heart breaking, And falling apart.

I know that believing the phrase “it gets better” seems impossible when you’re hurting so much. You don’t need to believe it. Just hold onto it. Hold onto the idea of it. Because one day you’ll look back on everything, and you’ll realize it’s true.

Everything you do doesn’t need to be seen or heard.

“I will search for you in another life,” he says to her, “like how I did in this life.” “Won’t you get tired?” She asks. “I will,” he answers after a short pause, “But I’ll get back up and continue with the search after a short rest.” “Until the end of time.”

Book of the day: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

they didn’t call it love, the two of them together.    just a lost little girl, eyes as dark as the weather,   and a boy, oh that boy, who refused to say forever.

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.