Every challenge, every bump in the road and unexpected dead end, has brought you to this point. All of those things you cursed in the moment and swore that you would never be able to survive, you survived. And you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Because I’ve got a body, baby.
And I never mattered anyway.
It wasn’t the sadness I was losing.
It was myself.
Most days I wake up and I can’t even recognize myself.
You are not unlovable. But you are not invincible either. You are human.
What is it about me that screams “tempting, but not worth your time”? Why am I the only one who is always left behind?
Every move we make shapes our lives, whether or not we realize it in the moment.
I wanted to believe that what we had was real. I wanted to believe that I would be the one to make you believe in commitment. I just really wanted to believe you.
You know it’s time to stop giving a fuck and just let go when the bad days outnumber the good ones.
We cannot always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but we must never stop believing that it is out there somewhere.