Miidorii

“When you’re self-absorbed, you’re too blinded by the illusion you call a reflection to realize that sometimes it’s not about you. Be mindful that being so caught up in yourself that you’ll be left with no one but yourself.”

“Don’t act like you’re so understanding. You’re not allowed to be mad at me for not confiding in you when, when I do happen to do so, you only think about yourself.”

They asked me what love was to me and all I could think of was you telling me to text you when I got home, always. It‘s you offering to drive because you know I don’t like it. It’s you sharing your fries with me even though I said I wasn’t hungry, it’s making space on the sofa, it’s the small gestures of gentleness, of showing that you want to be with me regardless of my flaws and quirks. It’s feeling at home, knowing exactly where you stand. It feels like belonging. It’s being held up without being touched. Love is caring about someone else, it’s making time for them whether it’s convenient or not, it’s wanting them in your life through the good and the bad. It’s the little things that shape a word as big as love. Love is stumbling through life hand in hand with the person who will help you get up when you fall down, but who will also understand you and take a step back when you feel like you need to get back up on your own.

"And I lost long hours of sleep..." she sadly breathes, then said, "...for someone who never even thought of me."

“I want to think that you let me go because you kept hurting me and didn’t wish to do so anymore. But I know you were never that considerate.”