I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
If I can’t love myself, who will?
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
My scars are healing, but I’m not.
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