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Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.

Sometimes relationships aren’t meant to be forever. We stumble upon one another to learn, to love, to appreciate and become who we’re supposed to be.

Sometimes the anxiety takes over and I can’t seem to fathom the love he gives me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.

Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you. Giving excuse and justifcation gives defense which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it. Don’t accept less than what you’re worth because you’re worth a lot.

Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?

The beauty was nothing made sense. We were complex. We were intricate. We were designed with flaws which seemed to make everything perfect. But the defining word is seem. We don’t see what’s in front of us until it’s away from us. Until it’s behind us. Until it doesn’t bother us. Sometimes things aren’t perfect, yet they appear to be. Sometimes life doesn’t make sense until it does. But it always does.

The clouds turned from pink to grey and that very metaphor defined my life in that very moment.

The darkest hours bring the most light.

The difference between fucking and loving is taboo to some because not everyone can separate their emotions.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

The meaning of life is to die living it.

The only reason time seems to be moving rather fast is that sometimes we’re too busy living in the past.

The perfect relationship is defined by you. It’s not defined by what you read or the unrealistic expectations people give to validate themselves.

The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.

The problem wasn’t that I loved you. It was that you loved me and then I loved you. Then one day you stopped while I still did.

The raindrops tapped your windows like my lips tapped your back.

There was no unknown. He loved me and I loved him. There was no question, no doubt, no uncertainty, which perhaps caused us to lose ourselves indefinitely and enter a void so permanent. One where we stood with such confidence, which sounds lovely; but when you believe you have everything, you simply lose everything.

There was something really crazy about the way you said my name.

The second I realized I had nothing left to say is the exact moment I realized it was truly over.

The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

The truth is: I was lost in him. I had gone from losing one of the most important people in my life and then losing someone I loved a month later. I wrapped myself in people, in lust, in the idea of love. I met him and I met a gentlemen, and when I found out who he truly was, I was still in love with the gentleman and justified all of his actions.

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.

They’re scared of death, but that’s like being afraid of life.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.

Things could always be, but some things will never have been.

Three years later and I’m still writing about you. I don’t know if that says more about you or I.

Time never touched you. It touched me and then I seemed to regret everything. Your hair in my face, eyes in my mind, a darkness I found in you. But you don’t regret. You hold within. You feel in memory because love lost is still a love once had. You remember passion, conversations over dinner, moments interwoven before each other. We die to live, not die to cry over memories which don’t last our expected timeframe.

To be just. Exactly how we’re supposed to be is how I’d like to be.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

To feel everything, yet nothing at all. That is the utmost beautiful feeling.

Tonight I’ll be looking at the blood moon and maybe I’ll think of you. But maybe I won’t and I probably won’t, but I guess that’s a chance you had to take.

Toxicity is my fuel. Break me and you can take me.

Treasure your time, don’t test it.

True love is not expecting a response when you say I love you.

Unfortunately, your want was different than mine and your mind was more youthful than mine, always changing from time to time.

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

We had our day, we had our game and I know you were just afraid, but I never or would’ve ever brought the pain.

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

We looked at each other, smiled and agreed that maybe I’m too intense. Then we ate our food and I just smirked because I knew it was true.

We must make tough decisions to see if it’s worth it in the end.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.