November 9

by Colleen Hoover

comfort can sometimes be a crutch when it comes to figuring out your life. Goals are achieved through discomfort and hard work. They aren’t achieved when you hide out in a place where you’re nice and cozy.

I have to force myself to make a life before the one I’m not living swallows me whole.

Her tears and my soul, they live parallel lives. Run, ache, burn. Repeat. Her tears and my soul, they live parallel lives. —BENTON JAMES KESSLER

When you swing upon a memory So dark and far away You get caught upon a mystery That guides you through the day. Although you’re standing weak And don’t know your way around I will always be there For you when you’re down.

I’m so pissed that he felt he has the right to even talk to me that way, but the fact that he just talked to me that way made my heart wish it had lips so it could kiss him.

I want to laugh, because everything he just said feels like a weight has been removed from my chest and I’m breathing for the first time in three years.

I’m a beautiful fucking mess and he’s lucky to be on top of me right now.

Maybe the grand gestures don’t matter nearly as much as all the inconsequential things between the two main characters.

Though Lovers be lost, love shall not.

day after that, until next November 9th when I get down on one knee and give you the most book-worthy