The world is crazy. Life is crazy, I’m crazy. You’re crazy. It’s crazy how much and how little can change in a year. It’s crazy how different the future could be. Everything is crazy. And that’s the way it should be.
"Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room."
Marc Hack (via tallerthanlions)
It is a strange thing, the mind. The way that it allows you to miss someone who was never there or ever yours in the beginning.
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel deeply.
On this evening my thoughts drift to what might have been. We would be feeling so blessed that fate or whatever it was brought us together. Our hearts would be full with the love of one another’s. The touch of our bodies next to each other would be electric. And your head would be consumed by the curiosity of what was going on in my head like mine would about yours. That’s all they will ever be. Thoughts of what might have been and never will be.
My eyes feel so tired lately. And I don’t know if it is from crying almost everyday because of the sorrow you have brought upon me or if they are weary from facing the world that you are no longer a part of. All I know is that you are tied to the reason.
It’s a constant battle. Everyday you drift back to my mind. I become consumed as I remember the joy I once felt, followed by the despair you left in my heart. I’m really struggling. I need to find the hope that went away on the day I lost you.