Sometimes, the right person comes along at the wrong time, and you have to just trust fate and hope it leads you in the right direction and it all evens out.
I want you to be my first. I want you to be my last. I want you to be all the in-betweens. I want you. Just you. Only you.
Don’t give up baby, I took a walk, but I didn’t run away.
I’m just waiting for the one that makes me feel like forever wouldn’t be long enough.
Make a plan. Set attainable goals. Reward each goal. Don’t give up if things don’t go perfect.
When I look at you, I don’t see my father’s friend, or my uncle, or my godfather, or an older man. All I see is the person I’ve always loved and has always made me happy. That’s it. I just see you.
Lateness is a trait of disrespect and it gives the person waiting for you time to think about your other shortcomings.
A few stray leaves are floating along the surface, and I like how peaceful they look, not going under the water, and not blowing away either. Just floating, weightless and effortless. I want to be a leaf.
How can one little moment, one tiny touch, one quickening breath change so much?
I quickly learned that the illusion of appearance will always outweigh the truth of what’s really inside.
I think most people settle for what is safe at least once at some point in their lives, but a person who suffers from anxiety or depression will almost always run away from goals, dreams, and new life adventures to avoid the possibility of feeling anything new and somewhat scary. It is better to live with the known than face the unknown.
Evie, this is what we do. We hold hands. I’m not giving that up.