ashlea got lost

I didn’t want to see you again. I didn’t want to hear your voice again. I didn’t want to miss that smile again. I didn’t want you again. But I still wished you well, maybe because hell, what I wanted was not what I needed.

I absolutely am in love with the idea that you could see yourself the way I see you. Then maybe you wouldn’t think I wasn’t too good for you.

Missing you comes in doses. Some days, I can survive without you. I don’t need you to make me happy, because I feel so good without you here. And other days, it hits me hard. And I wish you were here to give me the high I so badly need.

You’re the words stuck in my throat, and I fear I’d lose you if I spoke.

He knew me too well it hurts.

One thing you’ll never know, darling. He’s never just writing, he feels. And most of the time, He feels every word you read.

A lot of people have called me different things that a girl can’t help but smile to. Gorgeous, pretty, fabulous, amazing, sophisticated; but never beautiful. But then you did.

darling, you are not obligated to settle for love that doesn’t fill you in spaces that deserve honey and gold.

Gifts for every budget

falling in love with you was quiet; natural; at first, slowly, and then, completely. falling out of love was the same, but perhaps it was even more unexpected.

She realized, anything could happen. Literally. So humbly beautiful, how amazingly frightening.

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.