Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

I hate waking up with you on my mind and not in my bed.

Here’s what I’ve learned: I. People cannot fix you or save you That’s your job. Sometimes you have to just learn to swim in the ocean on your own. If you keep crying wolf, they’ll stop running. They’ll stop reaching out their hands. They won’t jump in the water to save you any more. Stop expecting them to. I know you’re used to it, but dammit, it’s time to learn how to swim on your own. II. Other people can’t make you happy Yes, their touch feels like heaven and their smile melts your whole body, but they can’t make you feel anything. Yes your best friend’s company is like heaven. Yes your boyfriends existence calms you down. But they can’t make you happy. That’s an inside job as my mother always tells me. III. People leave That’s the harsh truth. They leave. And most of the time they never ever fucking come back. They leave you with so many questions. What did I do wrong? What did I say? What did I not say? What did I not do? But it’s not you. It’s just not. It was their decision. You had no influence. But here’s a reassuring thought: people also stay.

If someone truly loves you, distance would never be a problem.