“the sad truth is the truth is sad.”

Even if you were a dead language…I would still learn to speak you.

For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come, God willing. And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.

So much of who we are depends on the answer to this question: who was the first person to break your heart?

Fall in love with your progress and keep on striving for your goals.

REPEAT AFTER ME: ‘My current situation is not my final destination’

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.

Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves.

If I were to lose you, I should be lost.