I got a secret, can you keep it?

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

You will receive everything you need when you stop asking for what you do not need.

Make them want you, but never allow them to own you.

I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.

No one heals himself by wounding another.

Call me. Call me in the middle of the night, call me with tears in your eyes, call me with a smile on your lips. Call me whenever you feel like it, whenever you want to talk, whenever you need someone to listen. Just call me. Hearing you breathe on the other side and knowing you’re there is enough.

If you still think about him, it’s okay. If he’s still all you can talk about, it’s okay. If you still can’t fall asleep because of the thought of him on your mind, it’s okay. It’s okay, because all of these things will slowly fade. It’s okay, because one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re over him. You won’t forget him, but you will see that being without him will make you a little less sad every day. So don’t give up and believe in yourself, because it will all be okay in the end.

For years I mastered the art of feeling as minimum possible or feeling nothing at all. Whether it was love or longing or resentment. I had none of it. And now I look at you and I feel way too much. It’s feels like years of emotions have erupted and I have no clue what to do. Whether it’s love for every inch of you, or longing your presence every second of the day, or resentment towards the world for not realizing what they had when they had you. I feel too much. And I can’t make it stop.

You became a pain that I could not explain to anyone.

You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night.

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.

Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.

Don’t be selfish. If you do not love the way her hair curls at the ends or her nose wrinkles when she laughs then let her go. If you don’t see her as a fucking masterpiece then let her go, because someone else will. Don’t be selfish. If you don’t love the way she sneezes or the way she dribbles the toothpaste down her chin when she brushes her teeth then let her go. If your heart doesn’t almost beat out of your chest when you wake up and the first thing you see is her soundly sleeping on your shoulder. Someone else would kill for that. Being with someone when you know you don’t love them is cruel. It’s not only cruel it’s holding them back from someone that could give them everything. Someone that feels waves breaking in their ribcage when they see her walk around the corner. Someone that has had the worst of days, but rainbows suddenly appear at the thought of her. Someone who hears the sound of her voice and it soothes the darkest of nightmares. If that is not you, let her go. She is wonder, she is magic, she deserves someone who believes that every single day, not just on certain days.