I promise you that there is no way that your life would be better with someone who doesn’t want to be in it.
Trying a new thing for February, self reflection journal prompts!
Here’s my answer to: am I willing to trust the timing of my life?
Are you willing to trust the timing of your life?
(Just realised I got the year wrong 😭 I’m still living in the past lmaoo)
I wish that I could leave the past tucked in the corner of my mind in its box, undisturbed.
But I can’t.
Instead the past is a door left half open, a knot tied not quite tight enough, constantly coming undone.
It is memories coming back to me that I thought I had forgotten, that I desperately tried to scrub away from the deepest corners of my mind.
It is walking through the streets we once walked through together and remembering it all as nostalgia washes over me, flooding my thoughts with you.
The past isn’t gone in my mind, instead it is a visitor who has made itself too welcome in my head, no matter how many times I hint that I am tired, that it is time to go.
i love you still, but not in the same way - i hope you’re happy now.
if my first love had stayed
he wakes up, makes his breakfast and leaves for work before i am up. he doesn’t kiss me goodbye while i sleep. he says he forgets to. he is always forgetting. we sleep so far apart it feels like we are in different beds. i am convinced one day the space between our bodies will be so big i won’t be able to reach him anymore. he says he loves me but it doesn’t sound how it used to. i wonder if love is supposed to make you feel so unlovable. i say it back but the words feel empty in my mouth. they linger in the air a moment before they are enveloped in the silence that fills the room. it is always the words that aren’t said that hurt the most. the silence becomes a part of our daily life. the third person in the relationship we turn to when all else fails. his words have made me cry but somehow his silence stings so much more. i wonder what happened to the two kids that learned what love was together. i wonder if this was always going to be our fate. if we were never meant to be forever, if we were only meant to be for the time being. i wonder if there is someone who would remember to kiss me before they leave for work. i wonder if love is remembering how to stop loving. if love is walking away. i am starting to think sometimes love is knowing it’s time to go no matter how badly you’d like to stay.
i hope you’re well - a letter to my first love.
it gets tiring after a while doesn’t it? another relationship goes sour, another strong connection fizzles out, another person leaves. it’s hard to let go of people not meant for you when you so desperately wish that they were. and then you think about the people they are meant for and you feel so jealous and so tired because you would do anything for them to be yours. but it’s okay. all the people that aren’t meant for you are just preparing you for the relationships that stay pure forever, the connections that grow stronger, the people who’ll stay. let’s not look at what we’ve lost, of what we’ve had to grudgingly let go. let’s focus on what is to come, let’s believe that there are better people and times ahead of us. let’s not let the wrong people be the end of us, let them shape us instead. let’s make the people who we’ve met who aren’t meant for us help us to be ready for the people who are meant for us.
questions that will forever be left unanswered.
and you don’t do that to the girl you claim to love.
know your worth and what you deserve and don’t ever settle.
don’t settle because you don’t what to be alone.
sometimes the best thing to do is just move on.
the hurt doesn’t last forever, nothing ever does.
sometimes you have to walk away because you know he’ll break your heart if you stay.
sometimes things just don’t work out and that’s okay.
20 lessons I’ve learned (and never want to forget).
I hope you think of me sometimes.