Brokenhearted girl, what feels like the end is only the start of something even better. Unclench your fists, Open your hands, and watch everything that feels like it's falling apart put you back together.
The bravest thing I’ve ever done... is choose to keep loving myself even when a broken promise looked me in the eyes and told me he no longer did.
I have learned that my scars, both internal and external, are not something to be ashamed of. My scars are proof that I survived.
Now that I have a choice, I want someone who will choose me back. I used to think I was searching for someone to have and to hold, but I know now I am searching for someone with practice in letting go.
At first, I wanted to hate you. You used to consume the love of a man that now loved me, and it’s only a natural reaction to feel threatened, angry, and frustrated when those feelings begin to well up. But I’ve learned over time that you seem like a pretty great person. I’ve learned over time ...
Unclench the fists you hold so tight, and forgive yourself for that silly mistake in the past that has long forgotten you. Deep breath, chin up, eyes forward. It’s time to move on. It’s time to let go.
You were an answer that led to so many more questions but for the first time in my life I believed that everything was going to be okay. I decided I’d rather hold your hand and talk about the shapes in the clouds than worry about what was going to happen tomorrow.