You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.
Dont waste your time looking for your style, the truth is you already have it. You may just need to create more in order to see it.
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
Whenever we fight and one of us walks away I always picture the same thing.
Us, coming together, and before anyone says a word, we kiss.
Sometimes I kiss you and sometimes you kiss me. Sometimes gently, sometimes rough. Sometimes it leads to making love, and sometimes it leads to simply holding each other.
It plays out differently but each time its the same thing- a love that doesn’t need words.
A love strong enough to bring us together no matter what seperated us.
A love that only belongs to us, a secret.
A beautiful secret.
Sometimes I get sad.
So I listen to break up music and go back to a time when you loved me. I think back to every fight and watch our spirialling downfall like a bad movie. I think of all the good times too, and sometimes I even play out this scene in my head, where you have this giant epiphany and realize that I truly loved you. You give me a speech worthy of a chick flick and kiss me like I was the only thing in the world you couldn’t live without.
I don’t do it because I want you back or anything.
I do it because no one has ever hurt me the way you did.
I do it to remind myself that sometimes bad things happen for a reason.
Because somewhere between the magic of the first kiss and the pain of our last- we tried. Maybe not at the same time and maybe not for long, but we tried and I survived those dark months after you left me.
And suddenly whatever is making me sad, doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
