I Hope You Stay

She is scared to love again, because people change their minds. She is scared to love again, because people leave with no answers, and she is sick of thinking it's because of her.

She is tired of the promises that seem empty. Of believing magic may fix her broken heart.

It's hard not to fall in love with someone who looks at you one day and says, "Thank you for letting me be myself.

She will move on, tired of your mistakes and false promises. She will not reply to your " I miss you " text, she will not answer your calls. Because while you were busy in the sheets of someone else, she was healing, finding strenght, realizing that she was better off without you.

You never need to get an apology to someone who didn't want your heart as much as your body.

Listen as I promise, you deserve everything, especially to love again.

She is the kind of girl who makes the smallest moments seem like your greatest adventure.

Will the way I love ever be enough

I've traveled the world, seen sunsets and mountains and city skylines. And my idea of love has been constantly changing, but if it means anything, I like the way love feels, when I look at you and it's like I have the whole world right beside me.

Somewhere in between the tears and the constant waiting, she forgot her worth. She forgot what it means to be the sun, the stars, and the sea. She forgot what it means to love and to live and to be happy.

You're the color of my cure, the light I adore. You're the courage I find in every day. I would follow you through the dark, to any place, with you I want to stay.

You are in control of your own progress, the only person who can decide how much or how little you tread. No one else gets to decide for you, no one else gets to tell you what defines your "getting better." All the things you struggle with are yours, your battles are yours, and your victories are yours.

But love means different things to different people. It can be unexplainable, happen in mysterious ways. Even if her whole life the moon has been told to only love the night, sometimes instead she loves the way the sun lights up the days.

It is too heavy, the weight you carry all by yourself. How it troubles your heart. I wish I could carry it for you, I’d gladly take it so. But these are your boxes, filled of the things you struggle with. I know you are strong enough to build a castle and call it home; all I can do is remind you that you are not alone.

Will the loneliness in my heart be filled

She is out there, somewhere in the wild, looking for herself.

You are home, and home can be many things. Right now, home is where I look, to cast away all the doubts I ever had.

Everybody heals in different ways, at a different pace. You are allowed to want to be wrapped up in someone else’s arms, to fall apart and still hold your dignity. It’s okay to want someone to rub your back and tell you everything is going to be fine. We fight the good fight, and we stand tall on our own, but sometimes it’s just nice to be reminded you aren’t alone.

Kiss to inhale the scent of someone you have dreamt of kissing. Kiss until you are dizzy, unable to remember any moments before this one. Kiss like it’s the greatest thing you’ve ever done.

One day, you will find a home, and it won’t be a place, it will be a person. And you will be loved in spite of all the baggage and boxes you bring with you.

I love you, like I love soup on a cold winter’s day. How it warms me, makes me feel at ease.

She is the kind of girl you spot sitting at the window of a café, with her nose buried in books, and her glasses at the tip of her nose. The kind of girl who hands you her change when you’ve left your wallet at home. She is the kind of girl who makes the smallest of moments seem like your greatest adventure.

Seek shelter in the arms of somebody who truly cares. Someone who pushes you to dream, who supports you, even in the moments hope is nowhere to be seen.

You never need to give an apology to someone who didn’t want your heart as much as your body

We were meant to be together until the world ends. But the world is still alive, spinning, carrying on. Yet my world is crashing, stuck, holding on.

You still struggle some days with the idea of what you could have become versus what you are. But what you are is everything. What you are can be grown. Keep growing.

It hurts to feel as though no one understands your secrets. As though you are the keeper of all these thoughts and nobody else could ever feel them too. But sometimes, on a rainy afternoon, you pick up a book and read it with some wine, and for the first time, someone understands. That even if the sun is shining, you don’t feel the glow. But it’s okay, because someone else in the world knows.

The thing about you is that you never pulled away when I started to love you more. You are never impatient with my heart, I am never insecure with how you make me feel. I love you because you have never given me false hope.

It may not always be clear, but the universe does want good things for you.