Just Word'

829. Sleep, my lover

Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?

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If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.

The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

There are two kinds of people,” he said, pulling her close. “The ones who run from a situation when they’re scared and the ones who stay and pull through.” She playfully shoved his shoulder, pressing her lips together. “I guess I belong to the third kind then.” “Which is?” “The ones who run before they’re even in danger of being hurt. The ones who are absolutely terrified when they think of being left by the person they put their faith in, the person they whispered their secrets to. The ones who don’t know how to fight their fear because the mere thought of suddenly not being enough anymore is a constant companion. The ones who feel so much they’re told it’s a blessing, when they can’t help thinking it’s punishment.

That’s life, people come and go, the sun sets and the sun rises, you fall down and you get back up. Why would you want to keep someone close who does nothing to be kept, who struggles to escape from the hands you closed around their arm? Maybe they want to go. Maybe they need to. It’s all about meeting new people and saying goodbye to them, isn’t it? It’s letting them catch a glimpse of what’s beneath your armour. And if you’re lucky, they’ll teach you a lesson or two, you become a story they’ll tell one day and they’ll become one of yours. Because in the end it all comes down to us moving on, to us changing and growing - to us becoming better people. To us getting to know ourselves, learning who we are and learning to accept and love ourselves as much as possible. Maybe we need a heartbreak or two to realise that we’re better than this, maybe we need to cry for hours on end, waste tears on someone who does not deserve a single one to see how much better we can do without that person.