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“Take a moment and imagine the best version of yourself. How do they spend their time? What choices do they make? What kind of people do they surround themselves with? Now ask yourself: what’s stopping me from being that person right now?”

You are going to make mistakes until you learn.

it takes a while for me to open my doors but when i invite you over know that you are now also an owner of my home

You broke me into little pieces that I’m still picking up to this very day I may never have been perfect but at least I was still whole With every tear you made me cry I melted away just a little more and my heart now beats so much slower than before The power you held over me still sickens me to my stomach I’ve got to thank you for one thing, though I’ve learned how to not crumble for anyone, anymore.

i am a hurricane of a girl and i won’t apologize for not being able to fit in the palm of your hand.

I still think about you a lot but not in the heartbreaking, head turning, bed tossing, aching kind of way. It’s more of an acceptance, a closure - where we happened and it was real for a moment. And now we no longer are. Flowers don’t keep growing. They wither and petals fall, and new ones take their place. Same flower bed, new flowers.

I still miss you, I do. But I guess in the end I‘m glad we only found each other to fall apart. If we‘d never tried, I would have never known. I would have spent my nights lying awake, wondering what could’ve been if I‘d only been brave enough to take a step towards you. And I did, I did it with my arms opened wide and my eyes pressed shut so tight, I swear I could see the stars. It was scary and new and dizzying, but you kept me tethered to the ground. It was beautiful while it lasted, and I never got the impression that you weren’t treating me right, that maybe I was just too different and we weren’t right for each other. That while I was looking for something to give me peace, you were on the hunt for your next adventure. That while we fit so perfectly, my hand in yours, cheek pressed against cheek, what we wanted from life did not. It’s kind of sad, but it took you walking out of my life for me to finally realise my worth. For the first time I did not think I wasn’t enough or too much. I wasn’t afraid that I said the wrong thing or acted in a way that upset you. We ended quietly, not with a crash and not with a burn. I understood that we didn’t work in the ways that mattered. And somehow, it’s right that we didn’t. Because for weeks that felt like a handful of moments, we fit together like two pieces of a whole.

“But there are people who would never admit what they have done wrong.” she said. “There are people who would twist every little story just to make themselves feel like they are the good ones. There are people who would never change their attitude towards you no matter how much it hurts you. And it would be toxic and stressful to deal with those kind of people.” she laughed sarcastically and said, “Of course I understand why sometimes, you get tired of being kind. That, there are moments in your life when you get tired of showing love to people, who always seems to block and throw it all away, like a small piece of trash.”

However much you love somebody, you should always keep a part of yourself to yourself. Never give it all. You can never be yourself otherwise.