Maybe Possibilities Were Meant To Be Endless
It’s possible.
It’s possible.
I’ve never been great at candid photos or being reserved.
You’re allowed to internalize your heartbreak in a way that contradicts everything they’ve told you about strength.
What if a sense of compatibility, and ease, and kindness, and passion can misguide your judgment into assuming this love would be lasting. What if sometimes that’s why we fight so hard for the relationships we secretly know are already too broken.
The love I envision is one that wills mountains to move and oceans to part. Its expression so limitless in cannot be contained between the two lovers alone but must be spread across humanity to those in need. Love that is so patient it tranquilly welcomes my restless thirst for answers, and inability to wait to see how things go.
You’re allowed to say no, even when the people you love most are begging for you to say yes. You’re allowed to show up for your own life, even if it means being absent in someone else’s.
I’ll know it’s you because you’ll see me. You’ll see all of my imperfections. You’ll know that my happiness isn’t unwavering and my sadness can be devastating. You’ll know that my mistakes have been grueling and that my logic can be completely illogical.
Maybe you don’t know until you know. Maybe you knew all along and you didn’t listen to the little voice that just kept telling you to quit – because you didn’t want to be a quitter. Maybe you thought he’d prove you wrong, and it turned out he was always honest about who he was right from day one – but you weren’t listening.