January 4, 2013

• Gone, gone, gone

  

  Sometimes, we have to be broken down so that we can be rebuilt into what we’re actually meant to be.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  i like beginnings because they’re so full of promise. the first page of a book. the first day of a job. the first time you buy yourself flowers. the first date with a new man. the first touch. the first kiss. the first kick of a good liquor. the first moment you hold your own baby. i like beginnings because i know there’s always more to come.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody’s going to come and save you, you’ve got to save yourself. Nobody’s going to give you anything. You’ve got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want except for you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don’t get it. So don’t give up on your dreams.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  There may come a time where you just can’t seem to find your place. For every door you open, it seems like you get two slammed in your face.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You choose whether or not you open your heart to love. And you know what I think? I think you do love me. Or you could love me. But you’re just too stubborn and scared to admit it because the last time you really gave your heart to someone, it got broken. And I get that. I’ve been there. But somewhere along the line, you gave up on the idea that you deserve to feel this way again.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  You never know where the next miracle is going to come from, the next smile, the next wish come true. But, if you believe it’s right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you might just get the thing you’re looking for. 


  
  
  
  
  
  

  The only unreachable dream is the one you don’t reach for.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  The hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us knows what’s going on. Neither of us knows what each other is thinking & we’re both trying to make decisions based on information we don’t know. I’m scared to tell you my feelings just in case you don’t feel the same way.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  I hate how people think after you graduate that we’ll never see these people again. These people are the ones who know us better than anybody else. We played recess and gym with these kids. We had art and music with them too. These are the people who we did school projects with and rushed to get our homework done right before class with. These might have also been the kids we made fun of or judged, but when we leave, we’ll remember them and we’ll miss them. The quiet kid, the shy kid, the outgoing kid and the clown. They all will be missed. Even you.

  
  
  
  
  
  

  Stay strong. If a man wanted to be with you, he’d move mountains to make it work.

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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