The older I get, the more I understand why people disappear into gardening, baking, reading, and long walks. Not because life got boring. Because peace became valuable.
I feel like real lovers are okay with being single. I’d rather do my own thing until the universe aligns and connects me with 𝘵𝘩𝘦 one rather than just get with 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦one for the sake of not feeling lonely.
Sometimes all i wanna do is close my eyes and wish," it's all just a bad dream, a bad dream, a bad dream, Just. A. Bad. Dream" and when I open my eyes, eveything goes back to how it was before, where we are happy together without a care in the world.