He is that special

I wish that I could make him realize that he’s worthy of being loved. That he could be someone’s world. That somebody thinks of him every single night before she goes to bed and every single morning when she wakes up. That someone nearly dies with yearning thinking of his arms around her. That somebody loves him more than anything because he’s fantastic.

Letting go

Letting go doesn’t mean giving up… it means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.

If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.

be where you are

If a bird falls in love with a fish, where would they live? Who gets the fins and who loses the wings? It’s an irony. That’s how cruel but poetic love can be.

loving someone from a distance means knowing what it is like to have your heart be a thousand miles away, and you still have to breathe. but also believe that distance between two hearts should not be an obstacle; you should do anything you can to be with the one you love.

I wish I could fold the map of the world up to make certain country much closer to one another. i just want to be where you are.

“I want to live.”

At moments like this, when loneliness seemed like my only friend, the only place safe to hide from the world at large was under the sheets.

and there are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, I’m so angry and bitter. But it doesn’t last too long. Then I get up and say, “I want to live.”