When I’m with her it’s like time no longer exists. As if there was nobody else on this earth but just me and her. We would have long talks about life and our dreams. And not a sentence that comes out of her mouth would ever bore me. Because I know the thoughts that she is sharing with me at that very moment, are the same ones that she keeps conceal from the world. And knowing that out of six billion people, I’m that lucky guy that she chooses to open up to and know the deepest thoughts inside of her mind, well, I guess if the rest of my days are spent with her by my side, I’m going to die a happy man.
My conversations with God always seem to leave him speechless
If you could go back and change just one thing about your life, would you?
And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or break the heart of another?
Would you choose an entirely different path or would you change just one thing? Just one moment? One moment that you always wanted back.
Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by.
And sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you expect it to always be there, because you can’t remember a time in your life when it wasn’t.
But that feelings a lie.
And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay.
Because we all need a little help sometimes, someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won’t always be this way.
Then one day you feel something else, something that feels wrong, only because it’s so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize you’re happy.
That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.
“And Hansel said to Gretel, let us drop these bread crumbs so that together we find our way home. Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things.”
This year…I lost my way.
And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
The journey had lasted 11 months. Sometimes I traveled alone. Sometimes there were others who took the wheel, and took my heart.
But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who’d arrived. It wasn’t me at all.
And once you lose yourself, you have two choices. Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.
Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.
I lost myself this year. And when I did, I lost some people I truly care about.
This year…I lost my way.
As soon as I accept that you’re gone, you come back
I do love you. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? You’re the love of my life. I can’t leave you. But you’re constantly leaving me. You walk away when you want, you come back when you want. Not everyone, not your friends, but you leave me.
So I’m asking you, if you don’t see a future for us. If you’re not in this..please..please just end it.
Because I can’t. I’m in it.