Loving yourself is required for authentic relationships.
I can't make someone stay, but I can make me stay with someone. A successful relationship needs a constant decision to remain committed.
To lovers out there… If your partner is understating , caring , loving, supportive, loyal and forgiving. Every person has their own limit. Don’t take advance of them, because there will be one day where they will reach they limit and you wont matter to them or have space in their heart anymore. Don’t push them on good they do to you, because one day , they will be fed-up and exhausted that they wont take it anymore . Instead stop your bad habits before its too late.
This morning, I woke up different. I accepted that life goes on... I might still love you, I might still miss you, but I'm better off without you. So, I'm closing this chapter of hurt because I deserve to be happy. And the only way I'll reach that is by letting go of toxic people who don't want to see me grow. Holding on doesn't make me strong, but letting go does.
I can’t reconcile who he was, the man who was so kind and loving and considerate, with who he is now. I know the truth is who I’m seeing now, but I keep hoping the former man will come back. It’s like I love someone who doesn’t even exist.
For as long as I shall live, I look forward to never growing old with you.
The spiking temps spiked a fever for cool commons, so I made a plate of tapenade, bruschetta, and prosciutto, with orange creamsicle martinis flowing like a Zen fountain. It was hard for me to believe that I woke up that morning fighting back tears for no reason and all kinds of reasons. It is still... hard for me to believe that you have become no reason, at all.
Today I hate myself for loving you, and I hate myself for not being strong enough to love you back... when I know broken boys like you need me, too.
Tornadoes devastate and leave a mess behind, just like your ending, so the instant that 'Psychlone' sees you rebuilding, she's going to spin completely out of control, every time. You can't get sucked into the same vortex twice if you eject the monster from being it's own victim; but until then, I'd pull in your rocking chairs, lock down your trash cans and recycling bins, and take your potted azaleas inside... ... if I were you.
I save a piece of paper that has the indentation of your name on it— your signature... ...move. I knew that I shouldn't have let you push down so hard. Your memory left a mark on so many pages after, if you couldn't tell, as I publish again to press on....
In the few minutes that he sleeps, I am with myself again— that part of me that makes me... ...me, which is sometimes you.
I've lost touch with myself. It seems like she and I have not touched base for ages, I can't remember the last time I talked to her, honest to God. She's always been my best friend—my vicarious better half. It's such a shame, really... I wish I knew what she was up to these days. I really, REALLY do. It's not as though you can close a bond like ours when the room gets too messy; you can't just shut the door. It's common knowledge they'll only open a window ...and sneak out. I don't know where she is now. She could be on a train to the other coast, for all I know. I quit listening to her wishes a long time ago. Shame on me.
Don't keep coloring in their lines waiting for them to sign on the dotted... for you will become... ...overdrawn.
Every time you lie to me, I still know your truth. Every time you tell me you're not allowed to love me anymore, I can still hear the gospel behind your tongue. And, that is not my silent desperation; that is your desperate silence.
I have to know if you'll read this the same way that I wrote it, because if you can't, then you're nothing more than a rough draft that I don't care to edit.
I stopped telling you all of my secrets when you became my biggest one.
Books are like lovers; you always love the latest, more than the previous, but you always fear the latest is going to release too soon.
Sometimes the loneliest place you will ever be is in bed beside someone you cannot reach. There is no love in our love anymore.
He didn't see women as people; he saw them as trophies, and that is precisely why he never won me.
People promise each other the world until they are not given it. We give until we no longer receive something of equal or greater value. Life and love is nothing more than re-gifting. When we don't like what we get, we save it for someone else, and hope, with all of our hearts, the the next package is better.