Labyrinth

When you say I’m pretty, it’s nice; It means you like my hair or my eyes the way I dress and my smile but When you call me beautiful, now that’s another thing it means “I see your soul and it warms me” “I love what comes out of your mouth” it means you’re ready to fall in love with me or you can’t help but to so darling you can call me pretty a number of times a day and it’ll be nice and sweet and music to my ears but telling me, “you’re beautiful” now, that’s a completely different thing.

Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.

When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time it’s a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last.

Knowing someone isn’t coming back doesn’t mean you ever stop waiting.