Can you see?

I love you,” She paused. “But I need to go now. I need to leave. Because we’re going to ruin each other.

Some people come into your life just to teach you how to let go.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

If home is a person, what happens when you leave?

Please be kind with me, some day’s I will be hard to love, and others I will love too much, but love is something I always have to give.

I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.

Who hurt you

We assume that others show their love in the same way that we do and if they don’t follow that equation, we worry that the love is not there.