Oh, hello

I’m shutting my doors and putting my walls back up. I’m closing my curtains and removing the welcome mat. I’m blocking everything out again, because it’s so much easier than feeling something.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to "move on" from a relationship. It’s not like you are really going to "move on". You are just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person all the time, until it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, until you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places like secret road maps of their personal histories, diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere. And though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.

I'm never letting this one go, because certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times, for the most beautiful reasons. They seem to make such perfect impressions while leaving behind an everlasting impact. Some of the best things in life appear when you least expect them. Things you can never forget.


In my whole life, no one has ever looked at me the way that you do. No one has ever, touched my face or brushed my hair out of my eyes like you do. And maybe this is really selfish but, it’s not just you I’m going to miss. It’s the way I feel when I’m with you that I’m going to miss even more.

Two souls could not be more perfect for each other. He is everything I thought I would never be able to find in another person. He makes me laugh like I have never laughed. My smile has never been so bright. He never stops surprising me. But we are worlds apart. He is my forbidden fruit. Is the risk to give up a good thing worth the chance for something great?

There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.

My feelings just changed. I had been waiting for you to realize you couldn't go another day without me. I had played out every excuse you could of had for putting all that time between us. Missing you had become second nature to me. And somewhere in the last year, when I never got that phone call, and you never showed up at my door, and we never ran into each other, I just stopped feeling like I needed you so much.

The terrible thing about love is that it takes away your safety net, your balancing pole. Even the tightrope you walk upon will disappear beneath you, yet love expects you to keep walking anyway, arms outstretched, one foot after the other, on nothing more than air.

To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made less by anything. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no one else can fit. Why would I want them to?

Well it seems to me that the best relationships, the ones that last, are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And that person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.