Meraki

I'm learning to be more of a go-getter. I don't want to spend so much time thinking of you as I want to actually be with you.

I heard you're okay now and I do hope that's true. At least one of us deserves to be happy. Not that I'm not, because I am... I think I can truly say I'm content which I guess is kind of a big step for me... You never called me back and I hope it's for the best. You know, the whole idea about letting go of the things you love (or people rather). Um, I still think about you sometimes. Not that I absolutely miss you, I mean I do a little, but I'm okay. I heard you met someone new. Okay, my tea is boiling now. Bye.

I think you love her now and I guess I'm supposed to be okay with that.

Of course she wanted to kiss him. She wanted fearless love of sopping wet hugs damp with rainwater and flowers with petals of scarlet left at her doorstep. She hoped for a fairytale but somehow drinking coffee at an all-night diner felt just the same with him.

She liked the idea of being loved more so than she liked him.

The scarlet flush of her cheeks reminded him of their burning love against the snow on the sidewalks.

I don't believe in coincidences, but I do believe in miracles. And truthfully, it was too strange that out of all the billions of people in the world, we met.

She was okay with being alone, but how wonderful it sounded to be loved.

I miss you but, with that said, there's no going back.

The first time he tells you he loves you, your eyes beam and the smile plastered on your face nearly looks fake but you can’t help it because in that moment you really believed them. But as the years go by the words are beginning to be whispered and turned inside out until they’re only said tangled in bedsheets. You begin to wonder, along the way, when they lost their meaning. In-between rushed cups of coffee and after shallow kisses in the parking lots of movie theaters. Slurred at parties with two red solo-cups; they’re meaning dwindling with each sip of burning alcohol. Rung out and emotionally vacant.

She swore there must have been something inside of him that cried he still was human.

First we must free ourselves from the perpetual waiting until we are loved.

Maybe we are supposed to carelessly fall in and out of love.

I am still waiting for the day when you realize that I had been hopelessly in love with you; But now I am fine on my own.

One day when I’ve finally learned to love myself, I hope I can honestly tell a crowd full of people that I am happy with the person I’ve created.

I'm learning to be okay that some people will never love you no matter what you do.