A big part of healing is not abt forgetting the past. It’s about how you handle yourself when the past does come up.
Do you allow yourself to spiral back to that version of yourself? Or, do you ask yourself the right questions?
six hours with the right person somehow feels like thirty minutes. the conversation never feels forced, the silence feels comfortable, and somehow you’re always left wishing you had a little more time together.
a rainy day, a clean house, candles lit, something baking in the oven, a warm cup of coffee, cozy clothes, a good old movie, rain tapping against the windows and absolutely nowhere to be. my kind of perfection.🌧☕