That’s my problem, actually. I don’t talk to anybody about what’s going on in my head, because I’m afraid they actually might not be able to take it.
When you realize how much you really don’t care, that should be a sign to stop trying, because no matter how important that person might’ve been once, they aren’t anymore and your heart is telling you that you can’t do anything about it.
You know what sucks? When everything you believed in is proven wrong in a single moment.
I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.
As we grow older, it becomes difficult to just believe. It’s not that we don’t want to, but too much has happened and we can’t.
When you truly care for someone, you don’t look for faults. You don’t look for answers. You don’t look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes. You accept the faults and overlook the excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There are rare chances that you will meet the person you love and who loves you in return. So once you have it, don’t ever let go. That chance might never come your way again.
You can’t protect yourself from sadness, without protecting yourself from happiness.
I have so much to say to you. I want to begin at the beginning, because that is what you deserve. I want to tell you everything, without leaving out a single detail. But where is the beginning? And what is everything