The pain of missing someone and not being able to do anything at all to be able to see them is constant. Some days it’s not so rough but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. Whenever something happens you just wanna tell them and you can’t because they aren’t there. I have to write it in a letter and wait 3 weeks to hear what he has to say back. I feel selfish because I know people go through this pain way worse when they’ve lost a loved one, but having my best friend gone in prison is the toughest thing I’ve ever had to go through.
first your like:
everybody looks at you like:
then you walk out like:
"Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready."
"I love you for everything you were, everything you’ve become, and everything you’re going to be. I love every little thing about you, each component, just as much as I love the sum."
"I really do miss what we almost had."
truth or dare more like preform a strange sexual act or tell me who you like
"I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can."
"I gave wrong people the right pieces of me."