And she sits in the shadows of others past, wondering if she’ll ever fill the void in his heart, in his world?
Will she ever feel at peace with her life and believe everything will be alright?
Can she trust herself enough to allow her to feel that she is completely his and he is hers?
Will their love, their world, their happy ever after, ever be the way they had hoped and dreamed it to be?
“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.”
We are dying from over-thinking.
We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think! Think! Think! You can never trust the human mind anyway. Its a death trap. (Anthony Hopkins)
Tell her that she’s beautiful. Tell her that she’s everything you’ve ever wanted and don’t stop telling her until she believes it. Tell her that she makes you happy like no one else can, But ONLY if you truly mean it. Don’t be the reason that keeps her awake at nights trying to figure out where she went wrong for you to give your heart to others or why she didn’t think you loved her enough that she slowly starts to fades away into the night.Give her your attention and don’t put others before her. Be the one that will love her wholeheartedly and unconditionally now and forever. Be the one who WON’T let her forget how much she means to you and always will. DON’T let yourself fade from a girl who will give you her all.
I tried not to let it show. The scars and damage.
My wounded heart , broken
ribs and soul. The sorrow
and pain. The thought of
not being the same as they
wanted me to be. Society
was to blame. Took a mattress instead of a boat. Off to the
river I went to make it float.
Had nothing with me but white sheets and a pillow. Left my
books and music back home.
I watched the fish swim from
down below between the river
black and silver grey stones. Wondered for hours in my
thoughts. Was this decision
right or was it wrong. To
runaway miles from home.
Or to let the voices in my
head take full control. Laid
back on my mattress and
looked above to God’s velvet
red skies. The sun was setting
down. It was so calm and quiet.
The waters created good
vibes along. Felt like this
was some kind of meditation.
I never felt this better with
out my antidepressants
medication before. Shut
my eyes and wondered
through the empty
hallways of my mind.
They were pretty much
like dark corridors.
Shadows of the night
followed along. Shut
my eyes and listened
to the soft melodies
of the gentle currents.
Thought of staying
out in the river some
more and row back
later to home when
I feel ready and strong
I’m not a complicated girl, she laughed,
I just want to run away with you, fall in love and eat ice creams in Paris.
“You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most.”
– Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
There is something very special about a handwritten letter or note!
Nothing is ever as it seems
Not all pain is visible,
Scars don’t always appear on the skin,
A smile doesn’t always mean happiness,
Emotions aren’t always seen on the surface some are buried deep within,
I should know I’m an expert.