I Am Slowly Learning I Owe No One My Attention
I am slowly learning I do not owe anyone my attention if it means I get to give it continuously while receiving nothing in return.
I am slowly learning I do not owe anyone my attention if it means I get to give it continuously while receiving nothing in return.
You will know how to greet that old friend but still insist on saying your goodbyes, because you are too brave to let this sadness defeat you or overstay.
It doesn’t become weird then to say that we feel lost.
Why would I want to remold facts or change my beliefs only because you left?
You think everything is going perfect. You think nothing will beat your bond. You have met the love of your life and nothing ever could draw you apart. You think you know each other well nothing can come between you but this is not how life works.
Love is not a game. Love is not about rules. Love is about souls, about hearts, and about that mirror that we allow to reflect our spirits so that we are truly naked before each other.
This thing will pass — your boredom, your suffering, the idea that you hate your life, that your love is worthless, that you will never be good at anything.
I have waited for someone to care enough to pass by my house just to see how I am doing. For the phone to ring because someone missed me.
The wrong person is not really wrong. No one is ever entirely wrong. No one is ever entirely anything.
He’ll do something wrong to you and won’t even realize it.