Giving up isn't quiting it's a reason to try again

I don’t think people know how hard it is to explain what is happening inside my head because, most of the time, I don’t understand what is happening inside it myself.

I see pain in your essence and it kills me to only be able to stand by

Everything heals. Your body heals. Your heart heals. The mind heals. Wounds heal. Your soul repairs itself. Your happiness is always going to come back. Bad times don’t last.

I can’t talk about it because if I talk about it that means it matters. If it matters that means it’s real, and if it’s real that means it’s going to hurt.

Finding someone you can really connect with is like winning the lottery — It happens basically never, but if it does, you really shouldn’t blow it.

You will not heal by going back to what broke you.

You know what, yes I do sleep around,“ She lifts her head higher and holds his gaze. "I drink too much whiskey, and kiss too many strangers. I wake up in the morning sometimes and have no idea where I am. But that is my choice, because for one moment I can forget.” Her voice begins to quiver, tears shine in the eyes he once loved. “I can forget about you, and for one moment I am wanted by someone, I’m loved for my body and right now that’s enough,"  A tear escapes, leaving a trail of black on her cheek.  "Because I am not ready to be loved for anything else. I gave everything I had to you and I have to create it all again.

No. We’re not dating. We just know everything about each other. And check to make sure the other is okay. And smile randomly across the room at each other. And have full conversations with just facial expressions. And do everything together. And buy things for each other. And comfort each other. And genuinely believe in each other. But no. We’re not dating.

It’s complete torture being the one that constantly tries the hardest and loves the strongest. Being the one that always texts first and if you stop giving them attention, they don’t even care, but you keep going back to them. Being the one that’s more focused on the person they love more than anything else, but having to watch them divide an unequal share of affection for others. Being the one that continuously reminds them that someone cares, but they don’t help in any situation you’re going through. Most of all, it completely fucking sucks watching the person you love, feeling different towards you.

When I met you, everything started to change. Your eyes started to become my favorite color and the smell on your shirt made me feel safe and your arms became my home. You became my everything.