Perfectly, Imperfect.

Being told you’re appreciated is one of the simplest and most uplifting things you can hear.

the love that broke me at 16 isn’t the love that broke me at 19… when your 16 you feel like it’s the worst pain like you are dying and you can’t breathe when in reality you are just fine but at 19 it’s dead it’s been dead for a while you just stay because your scared that you’ll start feeling 16 again when you know you won’t. At 16 you cry for a while or you talk about it too much but at 19 you don’t cry because it’s happened 5 times before in the last month and you don’t care you start saying I don’t care all the time. At 16 it’s liquor overdoses but at 19 you take two cigarettes and you don’t care. At 19 you remind yourself that at 16 you survived. At 19 you think about school and the future is so close but at 16 you can’t even think of life after high school. At 19 you forgive without a sorry or without revenge at 16 you beg for a reason why you make yourself sick over a person who didn’t deserve you. At 19 you know you will love again and love stronger and at 19 you knew he wasn’t the one but at 16 you were stupid for fake love but at 19 it was scary love it was dangerous love because there was no love just a habit that was hard to break

But your best friend is still your best friend. Even from half a world away. Distance can’t sever that connection. Best friends are the kind of people who can survive anything. And when best friends see each other again, after being separated by half a world and more miles than you think you can bear, you pick up right where you left off. After all, that’s what best friends do.

You can’t predict the outcome; you can only do your best.