Please don't lean on me too often–I'm also working on myself. I still have days when it's a struggle to keep a straight face, nights when everything I tried so hard to pull together just falls apart.
It's still a mess out there and I want to make it through. A cloud is hanging above my head. And I know I can't tend to others' wounds while mine are still bleeding, so please, don't lean on me too often. I'm not brave enough to tell others how I really feel, but I want to win my battles, too.
We aren't perfect, we never will be. But I love talking to you. I love telling you how I feel and having you listen to me. And I love listening to you too. All your hopes and dreams and insecurities. Because when everything fades away and our age begins to show, all we will have left is to listen. And because I love the sound of your voice and the echoes of your soul, I will listen to you for the rest of your life.
and we deserved better, we really did. We deserved a fair shot, a shot at life, a shot at love, a shot at happiness. We deserved a chance to figure out what we could have become, a chance to see where the future would have taken us. We deserved a chance to find out if we were strong enough to take on the world and a chance to realise all that our love could endure. We deserved a relationship and all that it comes with, the laughter and the tears, the pain and the pleasure, the joy and the sorrow. We deserved a chance to fight and argue and hurt and come back from it all knowing that there was nothing else we wanted in heaven or hell but to be together. We deserved so much more than we got. 🩷🍓
You can be shattered and then you can put yourself back together piece by piece. But what can happen over time is this: You wake up one day and realize that you have put yourself back together completely differently. That you are whole, finally, and strong - but you are now a different shape, a different size. This sort of change - the change that occurs when you sit inside your own pain- it's revolutionary.