Pursuing Happiness

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

what I miss most is how you loved me. but what I didn’t know was how you loved me had so much to do with the person I was. it was a reflection of everything I gave to you, coming back to me. how did I not see that. how did I sit here soaking in the idea that no one else would love me that way. when it was I that taught you. when it was I that showed you how to fill, the way I needed to be filled. how cruel I was to myself. giving you credit for my warmth simply because you had felt it. thinking it was you who gave me strength. wit. beauty. simply because you recognized it. as if I was already not these things before I met you. as if I did not remain all these once you left.

Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time.

If you hesitate between me and another person, don’t choose me.