bye.

The worst thing about moving on is pretending that you’re happy, that you’re free to do whatever you want, that you have more time for achieving your goals. It takes a while to recover from a person you truly loved.

The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you’re in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.

I know it hurts, but I promise you this:
you will breathe again, and you will breathe more deeply than you ever have before.

And maybe there’s someone else who deserves you, someone much better and lovelier than I could ever be.

I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you talk about. You can talk about anything and everything.

I write to run away from my sorrow.
As I try to make sense of the broken pieces of my heart.
Each page will say ‘I will be okay,’ even after you left me.