To Be Honest

by Nelle Starling

my head: i don’t think this is a good idea. my heart: but what if it is?

putting yourself first is never a failure

love yourself even when you don’t feel like it

i thought a love like ours would last a lifetime. it was a happily ever after kind of love. the kind where our laugh started to sound the same and we knew each other by heart, but somewhere along the way that wasn’t enough to keep love on our side.

i need to learn how to stop looking for a love that doesn't know how to find me. i don't want what doesn't want me

forgetting is so hard when remembering is so easy.

maybe in another lifetime i will find you again and it will be different.

you: i don’t feel the same way anymore. me: i don’t know how i could ever stop.

people come and go and i don’t think my heart will ever be okay with this. why does everything have a beginning and an end

remembering— that’s the part that hurts the most when all you want is to forget the thing that used to make you happy.

the sad thing about forever is that i believed it could happen to us.

but that’s the thing about love, you don’t get to decide who stays.

so don’t leave yourself behind waiting for someone to change how they feel about you when you still haven’t met all of the people who will know how to love you back.

not all stories have a happy ending, but ours had a happy middle and beginning and that will always be enough because it means that we are a story worth remembering.

it’s going to be a hard pill to swallow. accepting that you loved them with all of your heart and it wasn’t enough, but always remember that you deserve so much more than a one sided love story.

love will never leave you hungry and forgiveness will always feed you.

in the end, i wanted it to be you, but some people are a lesson to learn from instead of someone that you get to keep.

be who you need.

don't let anyone make you believe that feeling too much or being too emotional is anything less than a superpower.

i believed i would know you forever

don’t bend yourself to fit into their world when they didn’t show up to be part of yours.

i wish i could stop missing all of the past versions of people i used to love.

the truth is, it hurts right before it's about to change you.

it’s a different kind of grief when the person you miss is still alive. when they are just a phone call away. when you can still text them in the morning and before you go to sleep at night.

i will never regret the way i fought for our love story. and i will never regret the way i put myself first when you didn't fight for the same.

waiting to be loved is the loneliest thing in the world