full of grief because i was full of love. while i am trying to move forward, my heart still carries the weight of what it refuses to let go, even after the chapter has ended. part of me is still mourning because i dared to believe in 'forever' in a world designed to be temporary.
As long as your intentions are pure, don't stress over anything or anyone. Trust that you will always end up exactly where you're meant to be, and that nothing is ever truly your loss.
the last thing i ever want to lose is the way i love, the way i care too deeply, the way i still choose kindness even when it isn’t returned. i hope that part of me stays, despite everything, despite everyone, despite all the reasons not to.