Love doesn’t know any better. Those kinds of feelings are rare. You need to hold on to love when you can. And if it lasts, it lasts. And if it doesn’t, you deal with it.
Aku berharap dia ada disini, titik.
It was my favorite mug, the one that read: “National Sarcasm Society. Like We Need Your Support.
But sweetie, letting go is the only way you can fly.
It simply wouldn’t cross their minds to care. Oh, they’d be polite. Civil. All surface and no depth.
We survive on sweet tea and complaining, plain and simple. Mostly the sweet tea, if I’m tellin’ it to you straight.
Opening yourself up, being you, is the only way to get what you want most in the world.” Stand in your own light.
Pain changed people. I couldn’t go back to the way I’d been, because I wasn’t the same person who’d left.
It was a choice. I could either keep dwelling on what had happened, letting it define me, or take the valuable – and sometimes painful – lessons I’d learned from the relationship and move on. Maybe find someone eventually who loves me the same way I do them.
I tried to stand in my own light, truly I did, but it was easier said than done.
For where your roots are, your heart is.
Don’t tell him I said that. And Marcy runs the gift shop.
I’d been called ma’am at least two dozen times in the past week, and despite learning the term was a southern courtesy used on any woman, it still set my teeth on edge. Unless you were geriatric, no one used ‘ma’am’ up north.
There’s no better escape from real life than into a book.
Grief can change a person to the point where they become someone they don’t know, or even like very much.