I Can Hold Your Body, But I Can’t Reach Your Heart
I want to know if you’ll ever be able to love me or if you just call me when you’re lonely.
I want to know if you’ll ever be able to love me or if you just call me when you’re lonely.
There were no secrets; everyone knew everything.
You’re constantly tagging them in tweets that remind you of them with the caption “lol so you!!”
Loneliness is ugly and it’s dark and it’s alienating.
Your memory reminded me that I need to dive into life headfirst everyday, that I need to find my passions and pursue them. Your memory reminded me that be alive isn’t good enough, that I need to live each day like it was my last.
Do what makes you happy and chase a passion that will leave you feeling fulfilled and satisfied, not drain and worn out. You are capable of so much, don’t ever sell yourself short.
Be the girl who wanders with no expectations of what you’ll discover but an open mind about what you’ll come across along the way.
The girl who’s always single won’t be easy to love, but she will be worth it because when she falls she falls hard and she will love you even harder.
Stop looking for things to complain and be upset about. Will it matter next week? No? Then stop worrying about it.
I’m trying to move on, but it’s like you’re holding a weight over my lungs making it harder for me to breath without you, even though you’re already long gone.