Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
When sadness was the sea, you were the one that taught me to swim.