You are more than just a person with happy memories to reminisce about. You are a complex creature composed of both beauty and pain who deserves to take the time they need to process the things they have been through.
I miss the days when I used to be able to hang out with my friends without feeling guilty for doing so. I miss understanding the importance of a work-life balance and knowing when a break was not just important, but vital. Most of all, I miss my friends.
There are moments to be cautious, but then there are also those critical moments where we are faced with the choice to finally step outside of our comfort zone.
We were happy. You brought me white carnations and kisses on the cheek. We were so innocent and sweet.
I could write you a card and wish you well. I could tell you a generic “Happy Holidays” and simply sign my name, all the while hoping I’m not making the same mistake again.
The amount of time someone is in our lives does not have to dictate their impact on us.
I wonder what it must feel like to know you can be fixed.
I am constantly reminded of just how much my body was never meant to be mine.
I am sorry that I gave you hope only to take it all away as soon as things got too serious. I am so sorry that I just can’t be your person.
Please don’t give up on your dreams because someone else cannot see them.