Words are just words. The evidence is in how you act, how you react.
You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy.
Bad things happen to good people all the time. It sucks. It’s not fair but then much of life isn’t fair. It’s how you live that matters. It’s how you deal with the bumps in the road.
Some crushes just never went away. They built, instead, into something permanent, obsessive and all consuming.
Maybe I didn’t always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.
Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.
My attitude is born out of necessity. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve made decisions I regretted. I know what it’s like to live with regret. I live with it everyday. But if I let it take over, I’d never get out of bed in the morning.
He did and said all the right things. Things that went straight to her heart, and worse, they inspired the one thing that she’d given up along time ago. Hope.
Most of all, I want you to know without a doubt that I’ve got your back. And your front. And your sides. I’ve got all of you and I’m not letting go.
He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.
He’d never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.
And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.
Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn’t just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.
There were worse things than death, as she’d discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.
No amount of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I trust you’ makes it true when it isn’t.
And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you.
I don’t deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don’t want to go back to those shadows.
Never run out on me again. No matter what happens, you stay and fight. Yell at me, argue, throw something at me, whatever you want to do, but never walk away from me. Promise me that.
But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that’s frightening.
You can’t control everything. You can’t control how someone feels about you. Or what makes them tick. You can only control how you react, how you act, how you think and feel.