When You Can’t Decide Who You Want To Be, Let God Tell You Instead
Sometimes we don’t realize the real value we have in Christ.
Sometimes we don’t realize the real value we have in Christ.
We lay down together, You were closer than I know
You spoke and your presence dominated every bone in my body
You just can’t run away from failure. Contrary to what everyone told you, you can’t be successful all the freaking time.
Gone like ourselves. Like our own lives.
I touch you and I remember those moments she had the chance to touch you in the same spot, in the same place. I touch you and all I feel is her.
My heart told me that it’s waiting for a “right moment” to love you again, to fall for you again, to focus on you again, to just find joy in you again. However, it’s not moving. I can hear it break. I can hear it ache. I can hear it.
Don’t grant people the authority to tell you you’re not worthy of the things you wish to pursue. Don’t give people the license to sway you or drown out the inner you, you know yourself better than anyone else.
It’s a blatant mistake to fall for someone who’s already taken simply because he’ll never be able to give what you hope for: his heart.
I will remember every curve in your body. I will remember every line in your face. I will remember how your eyes beams with your lips. I will remember every scar and every bruise you acquired doing whatever it is you considered your “thing” back then. I will remember that intriguing flaw just beneath your arm. I will remember that fascinating mark on your rib cage.
It’s going to taste, feel, and be like heaven. Like every part of your body is consumed by his presence, like every atomic component inside you was set on flames every time he looks at you and keeps his attention fixed on you, like every thing inside you is experiencing this great salacity for his warmth to be near you. However, you must also expect the worst, the dreadful ugly parts of being in love. The kind that is able to kill you from the inside out.