dying violet

Three simple rules in life. 1. If you do not go after what you want, you’ll never have it. 2. If you do not ask, the answer will always be no. 3. If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place.

I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.

Happiness begins with you. Not with your relationship, your friends, or your job. But with you.

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

I will not be your “sometimes”.

Someday someone won’t be afraid of how much you love. They won’t stay on the shore; they’ll meet you in the depths.

This heart of mine has just two settings: nothing at all or too much. There is no in between.

We were neither a light or fire for each other but then that was the point. We were black holes, pulling each other in. We were darkness, the absence of—devastating but magnificent.

Hate and love cannot call the same heart home.

It’s been a long, hard road but I’ve finally found the closure I need to move on. I’ve learned to accept that my all is not always going to be enough and love is neither owed nor earned it either is or it’s not. I gave you the world. But you wanted the stars.