i think the saddest and broken people try their best to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and depressed.
Let me tell you this, if some days you wake up feeling empty and you don’t know why, that’s okay. I don’t know how exactly to fix that because it happens to me too, maybe it happens to everybody.
But can you please ride it out? Because I promise you, I PROMISE you, it will not hang around forever. Nothing does. And you will go to bed one night soon and rise with the sun and suddenly you’ll remember all the millions of little things that make you happy, all the millions of things you’re dying to do and you’ll be so fucking glad you’re here, you’ll be so fucking grateful for this life.
I promise you. I know it’s hard sometimes but it’s worth it.
I don’t know exactly where you are right now. Maybe in a bedroom, staring at your reflection in a cloudy mirror. Maybe on a bus, watching cars drift past a darkened window. Maybe in the arms of someone who makes you happy.
I don’t know where your body rests, how you’re feeling, or what you need.
All I hope is that tonight brings you healing.
I hope the day softens as it comes to a close. I hope the sunset makes you feel calm and warm. I hope that no matter what has hurt you in the last hours, last days, last weeks you take a deep breath and exhale it out into the night sky.
I hope you know that someone loves you, that someone believes in your strength.
I know that this life is hard sometimes. I know there are moments when you don’t know what you want or when you give your all come up short or when you can’t find the strength to move forward and you feel as if you’ll be stuck in one place forever. You won’t.
I truly hope you find healing.
I hope you find your healing in a lover’s touch or a hug from a loved one. I hope you find healing in a stranger’s smile or a cup of coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar. I hope you find healing in an unexpected laugh or a tiny miracle.
I hope you find healing where you least expect, and I hope it makes you feel whole again.
If you were to leave, don’t try to be gentle about it. Don’t pity me. Don’t treat me like a charity case. Don’t look so tortured like you are the one hurting. Don’t act as though you are doing me a favor.
There’s nothing good about this.
If you were to leave. Don’t try to be my friend. Don’t try to downplay our ending. Don’t try to make light of my pain. Don’t try to taint my impression of you. Don’t try to ruin everything we had.
How can I befriend when every beat of my heart yearn for you?
If you were to leave, don’t ever come back. Because when it comes to you, I don’t know how to give up. I cannot and will not give up. Especially if I think there is a glimmer of hope for us. A glimpse of us together. A shot in the darkness that it could be good this time, right this time.
So, if you were to leave, do it as honest as you can. Don’t sugarcoat your words. Don’t bother trying to ease me into a life without you. Don’t tell me you’re helping me to get used to a life devoid of you. Don’t apologize how you wish things were different when all you want is to be freed from me.
And don’t think I cannot do without you.
Because it may time, but I will rise again. I will continue to flourish. Like the wild spirit I am, I will love again. I will.
As long as you are searching for your “forever” person, you are never going to find them. Because “forever” people aren’t found.
Forever isn’t just a status you lock down on your eighth date when they answer fifty questions correctly or do thirty-three micro things right.
It isn’t the prize you earn for keeping your abs toned and your hair highlighted and for using the exact right flirty emoji every single time.
Forever is never a guarantee – in any relationships, for any two people, ever.
Because forever isn’t something you find in somebody else. It’s something that you build as a team.
Forever happens through a series of choices that two people make – day in and day out, for as long as they’re invested in loving each other. Forever happens through the conscious act of choosing each other – through every fight, every trial, every wholly unglamorous bump in the road that makes both of you want to run for the hills.
Forever isn’t about a magical sense of compatibility that save you from any future trials. It’s the ongoing commitment to keep choosing each other. Through every challenge. Through every struggle. Through every argument, that pushes your limits.
Forever happens one day at a time.
There ‘s nothing magical, mystical or incredulous about meeting your “forever person”. Because you’re never going to meet someone who can guarantee forever right away.
But if you’re willing to put in some damn hard work, you might just be able to build a forever from scratch.