You come to understand that all you ever want is to be loved a little more, and understood a little better, and sometimes you can’t just keep these two truths under wraps.
You already have enough. You already are enough. You don’t need anything else to feel whole. And you should know that if someone else doesn’t see that already in you, then perhaps they don’t deserve to.
Pain is a pesky part of being human, I've learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here.
We often mistake love for fireworks — for drama and dysfunction. But real love is very quiet, very still. It's boring, if seen from the perspective of high drama. Love is deep and calm — and constant.
I think she had that one true, big, great love of her life, and she lost him, and he was irreplaceable. I think she’s never looked for love because she can’t love anyone again, not like him.
Think of it as a scar you forget about, only sometimes you look down and see it there, and it’s alive as ever. Silent, most days, but never really healed properly.
When someone shows up in your life, and you are lucky enough to fall in love with them, and they return those feelings, it doesn’t make sense to hold back all the love you have in your heart due to worrying that they won’t stick around forever.