Confused

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”

“By January, I had forgotten calamity, or rather, I had learned to not think of it, for in the past, my own mind had lied to me. The world never ended when I thought it would, and I never forgot my own existence, even when others had. There is power in resolve, in truth, in dreams, in rest and restlessness, and I may not know much, but I do know myself, my present, and that is more than enough.”

“If he wants to love you, let him love you. Let him hold doors for you, and believe him when he tells you that you are beautiful. Let yourself get lost in the moment, and laugh in the way that only happens when two souls find each other in the midst of being lost in wandering stares. If you want to love him, let yourself love him. Do not fear losing, nor breaking, for love once shared exists forever, even if a relationship may not. Share yourself with him, let him know what a woman looks like in flesh, and when he touches you, hold him too, so that he knows that he is loved, just as you do. You do not need him, nor does he need you, for need is not love. Need is taking, while love is giving. Need is a dead-end, while love is a choice to create something greater than yourself with someone else.”