You absolutely gotta choose yourself this time.

now i am forced to somehow un-love you. as if i never craved your touch, your kiss, or simply your presence across the room. i am forced to pretend this heart is not longing for your return. we are now two strangers who shared a past, and an imaginary future together. i am forced to dry my tears at night and make myself believe this is for the better. my arms no longer have a home. and your absence will forever torment my soul.

- dee (i am forced to forget us)

Now you're teaching me how hard it is to forget, someone you thought you'd know 'till the end.

k.b. // lauren aquilina - best friend

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Kayanite

Miami Beach, Florida

Sunsets and baking for dinner. The perfect tumblr life.

Things I have learnt in the last 6 months of my journey.

We are adaptable human beings and if you really put your mind to it. You can get used to about anything.

Time. Well this one needs no explanation.

If you got your hopes and dreams on something. Make sure you are ready for either a struggle or a disappointment. Sometimes it is just not meant for you or it leads you in a completely new direction.

Our thoughts and feelings towards someone is constantly changing.

Don't make promises you can't keep. Mentally that would drain you. Rather be honest and move on with your life.

This one should have probably been number 1: You can only trust yourself

“Fuck it” – my final thought before making most decisions.

She comes here almost every day. The same time, sits at the exact same place. The first time I really took notice in her is the day she got here with a red nose and I could see her eyes were swollen from crying all night. Who hurt you? Who could possibly do something to make those eyes tear up for anything other than joy. Her hair was tied up that day. None to no effort was done to make her look ready for the day. Her smile was a forced mechanism each time her waiter would pop in to hear if she is okay. Her usual selection of a cup of coffee turned to an alcoholic choice. Her hand would shake with each lift of her glass and her lips would tremor while fighting back thoughts to whoever thought they could hurt her. She looked up and stared directly at me, it was as if her defenses were completely down and I could see straight through into her soul. This is a woman who felt broken for the first time. This was a woman who allowed herself to succumb to someone else not seeing her worth. You can see it in her effort today, she is not being appreciated. She is a pushover. She is not strong enough to fight this demon taking away every ounce of her humanity. We made eye contact for a while and her lips starting twitching upward, fighting a genuine smile. Scared to feel anything besides what she is feeling at that very moment. It is okay. I am a safe place. An energy people should feel when they have no one else to turn to. I felt the need to slip her a note asking this complete stranger if she was okay. I felt like Joe from the TV series You writing this obsessive monologue on who fucked you up. I didn't interfere and I never slipped her a note. I hope next time I see her she will be a much stronger version of herself. I can't handle seeing people suffer in silence, knowing that I have been there myself.

My girl