savage steph

“she tried to escape everything but it didn’t matter how hard she tried she stayed a shadow of her past it’s still written on her skin”

“I think you’re strong and I think you can get through anything, even if it’s the worst sadness you ever experienced. I believe you can get through this and you should believe it too.”

“I push people away and I isolate myself from love because I don’t want anyone to ever hurt me like the way you did.”

He could see that I was drowning, I had nothing to hold on to, nothing to pull me back up, but he said it, he told me, “I don’t lover her anymore,” now it was just a matter of whether or not I believed him. Maybe you’re right, maybe you don’t love her anymore - but she’s your first love. The first one who held your heart in their hands, watched it breathe and live time and time again. The first one you longed for a future with, you even talked about kids. She showed you the world like you’d never seen before, made you feel things that you always thought were never possible, she gave you your first taste of life. She set the bar for the rest to come after, you’ll always compare the rest to her, and she will always have a piece of you with her, no matter what you say. So I’m sorry if I can’t help but have that sour taste in my mouth, because what if I can’t love you the way that she did? Who’ll be the one to save me after you leave?

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’

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