Letting go of someone who owns your heart is hard. Sometimes holding on to that person is even harder. I know I’m not the easiest person to love, but you are.
It’s funny the things you think will last forever when you’re young.
What matters the most is who you love. Because when everything else is a distant memory, the people you love are all that’s left. And love is the single most important thing we can do in our lives. Give it. Receive it. Teach others how to do it.
I love the smell of the ice... And the cold. The sound the puck makes when it’s sliding across the ice or when hits the net for a goal... as long as it’s our goal. I love the sound of sticks crashing against one another. The sound my skates make when I come to a hard stop. The roar of the crowd. The way I feel when i’m playing. I can do things on this ice that I can’t do anywhere else.
You could meet a thousand people and none of them would mean anything to you, but then you’d meet one, and suddenly they meant everything.
The older you get, the more you realize that it isn’t about the material things, or pride or ego. It’s about our hearts and who they beat for.
Loving another person is taking a giant leap of faith. It’s being vulnerable at the most basic level. It’s like taking your heart out of your chest and chucking it off a cliff, hoping that someone is waiting at the bottom with open arms to catch it.
No one ever said love was easy. And if they did, they lied.
Sometimes life was messy and got in the way. But wasn’t that part of the beauty of falling in love and being in a relationship? You figured things out together as you grew, and faced the challenges that life enjoyed the hell out of throwing at you.
But I’ll bet you money that if you go to our twenty- year high school reunion, you’ll see Dalton and me there. Only then, we will have arrived together, and we’ll be wearing wedding rings.
There were simply some guys you wanted to hold on to – every memory, every note, every conversation – you longed to keep it all. And that was how I felt when it came to him.
She wasn’t the type to give away her heart, but she had so quickly opened up and given it to me.
I suddenly wondered – can you still be Daddy’s little girl if you don’t have a dad anymore?
I was meant to land wherever he settled, like the ocean washing seashells onto the shore. Jack was the shell, in constant motion and movement, being tossed around from place to place by the ebb and flow of something more powerful than he. And I was the sand, gripping and holding on to him, comforting his tumble with each push and pull of the tide, yet always constant. When I walked into the waiting.
It was heartbreaking when you recognized that moment when pieces of your reality turned into memories.
Don’t hold your breath, sweetheart. You’ll die. Guaranteed,” I shouted over my shoulder as I pulled open the screen door with new resolve.
Sometimes the most beautiful things in our world stop being so pretty because we see them all the time. But that’s on us to change our perspective and start really seeing again.
Ladies, when a guy stops calling, stops responding to your texts and avoids you, he’s no longer interested. Do us both a favor and disappear quietly. Creating a scene just makes everyone uncomfortable. “You.
Every experience I’d ever had with a guy had changed me in some way. Whether it was a single idea, or an altered view, I was never quite the same girl after as I had been before. I firmly believed that wasn’t a bad thing, either. The only way we could truly know what we wanted in a partner was to figure out the things we didn’t want. Process of elimination, I supposed, but you risked losing pieces of your heart along the way.
Nothing made you realize how much you’d been ignoring your heart, until someone came along and smacked it awake simply by existing.
I’d never experienced such red-hot intensity. No one had ever made me feel so connected to them before. Not even Colin, and I’d been head over heels in love with that guy. Maybe I’d just been head over heels in stupid with him?