I have a boyfriend. He works a 9-5, so he sleeps on a regular schedule. He signed off our conversation tonight by saying, "I know you're going to stay up all night writing, so feel free to use my text message inbox as a journal. I want to know what goes on in your mind at night."
The way I just want YOUR love. To look down at my phone and see it’s you calling or texting makes my face light up and heart race a little. Memories play in my mind like a familiar song on the radio.
You aren’t something that needs to be “fixed.” Healing is apart of humanity, and so are the wounds from life. In order to heal—we have to feel. We have to acknowledge what broke us in the first place. We should feel it, process it, understand it, and be proud of our scars from it