texts and things

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

I watched as she turned her wounds into wisdom.

I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.

So you’re happy, and I’m just sitting here pretending I am too.

You are a symphony. Your heartbeat, deep. Your laughter, harmonious. Your whispers, deafening.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary.

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back.

All I want is to lie in your arms and talk about something; anything. You fill the emptiness in my heart and make it a whole again.

Wait for someone that makes you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt and loves you so much that you can feel it through their fingertips when they brush the hair out of your eyes and lean in to kiss you.