julia grace

Love me little, but continue.

People fall in and out of love all the time, don’t they? I wonder how they manage it.

Allow yourself to mourn the loss of love, and heal from those wounds. Don’t run into the arms of another lover, you will not find peace there: you will only accumulate more to heal from.

And the world we live in will be either better or worse, depending on whether we become better or worse. And that’s where the power of love comes in. Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.

It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them.

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.

When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

Be the love you never received.

Be the love you never received.

On her worst days I just held her. I know my love won’t cure her depression. But I wanted her to know that she will never fight alone.