the world is yours

You were every single star, in my never-ending universe.

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (I’m not a big one for paying compliments…), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter….

“To the boy I’ve ever truly loved:Thank you for making me feel confident. Thank you for telling me I was beautiful. Thank you for making me smile everyday. Thank you for complimenting my insecurities. Thank you that you gave me something, someone to look forward to. Thank you for motivating me through another day for as long as you did. And thank you for the memories, even if they weren’t as long or extravagant as I’d hoped they’d be. And most of all, thank you for crushing my heart. Thanks for teaching me what to avoid and pursue in guys. Thank you for telling my heart what a true heartbreak was, which was crying my eyes out 3 a.m. or p.m. Thank you for making me feel I was too good for you. Thank you for it all. I love you, even if we are not “we” any longer.“

Never forget the people who take time out of their day to check up on you.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

If she chooses you please, I beg of you, hold her hand when she’s nervous and when she isn’t,
Never stop responding to her when you’re angry, talk it out because she will lose sleep wondering if things will be the same come morning and if they can be fixed, 
Over time she will blame herself for the flaws in the relationship,
Remind her you’re equally at fault but there will always be things that are out of your control, you’re stronger together. If she chooses you, please listen to her talk about soccer and the gym,
She’s addicted to the competitiveness of games and to the rolling wave of a high she gets when she pushes her body,
Take her to see her favorite team and cheer her on as much as she cheers the team on. If she chooses you, I ask that you show her every ounce of respect you have,
She may come with a bite but she is gentle,
She teases and taunts, but if you look at her eyes right before she looks away you’ll see she is afraid of losing something important,
She takes herself more seriously than she lets anyone know,
So be gentle with her. If she chooses you, wash her hair for her when she bathes and let her squeeze you firmly when she gets into bed next to you, she’ll loosen up when she realizes you aren’t going anywhere. If she chooses you, please pay attention to the little things,
Like the way she pouts and curls in on herself getting silent,
You don’t have to talk to her in those moments, just be there with her,
She’ll love you for it. If she chooses you, plan adventures with her,
Go hiking even if it’s too hot or too cold, and make sure you bring an extra jacket in case she gets cold, a blanket too,
Take her to see the things you see beauty in, including herself in the mirror each morning. If she chooses you, fight for her when she’s stubborn and always wait for her with an open place next to you in your bed, 
Don’t let somebody else lay in her spot,
She belongs there. If she chooses you, cook for her on the days she spends resting,
She exhilarates herself so much that she often forgets to take a break,
Feed her and keep her company,
Be there when she wakes. If she chooses you, understand how damn lucky you are,
There is no competition greater than the one of capturing more than her heart,
If she gives it all to you, please take care of it,
Take care of her. If she chooses you, please choose her too.

I’m afraid it won’t work out tonight. I’m just too sleepy right now. And very, very tired of living.

You don’t deserve someone who comes back, you deserve someone who never leaves.

Maybe all I need is time.