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imagine getting married

I get so lost in her details. The shape of her lips. The way her hair falls on her shoulders. The way the light brightens her eyes. The way her smile forms when she looks at me. Doesn’t matter who’s in the room, she’s all I see.

The bravest thing you could ever do is let someone hurt you and still talk beautiful about them.

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

Forgive yourself for accepting less than you deserved - but don’t do it again.

I always wonder what I actually am to other people. What it is like to see me? To wrap your arms around me? To look at me when I laugh or cry? What is it like to know the smell of me? Or how my chest feels when you rest your head on it? What is it like to know me? What does it feel like to love me? Maybe if I knew that feeling I’d learn to love me too.