Existential Narcissism

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

“Just let go. Let go of how you thought your life should be, and embrace the life that is trying to work its way into your consciousness.” ― Caroline Myss

What if I never love anyone the way I loved him?“ I asked the space. “You won’t,” it replied. “You never love the same way twice.”

A true relationship is two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other.

Six months have past and I can finally say: I don’t love you. Maybe I’m still in love with the walk we took in October Or the time you first kissed my cheek in December Or when I stayed up on your birthday But you fell asleep on mine. Perhaps I can’t forget the way You put your arm around me Or the shape of your lips But, God, I promise you I don’t love you anymore. I might be in love with our memories But I sure as hell don’t love you.

All I wanted was to receive the love I gave.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.

You must be the person you have never had the courage to be. Gradually, you will discover that you are that person, but until you can see this clearly, you must pretend and invent.