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Find a purpose. As if that was the easiest thing in the world. To find a purpose when everyone around you already found theirs. When it was instilled on them since birth. When the one thing you loved, the career you thought you’d be working towards, crumbled beneath your feet.
I mended the broken pieces of myself. But broken pieces always remained, especially when they sat right underneath your skin. It looked like flesh, felt like flesh. Shards became soft. Glass became smooth. Pain became happiness. Happiness became pain. Pain became comfort, and that comfort was bliss.
She said one word. One word that sent all the waves of serotonin into overdrive. One word that no one had ever said to me in my entire life. A word I craved to hear. A word that did not exist to my ears. “Mine.”
I was to blame. I let people take advantage of me. I was in the wrong.
:(
Good enough to fuck,” I stated. “Not good enough to love,” I accepted.
You deserve so much better blu
She was my match. An equal. A broken piece of myself, a mirrored shard of glass.
But pati ikaw saktan siy
When people believed you couldn’t see them, the parts of themselves they attempted to hide resurfaced.
:(
“You’re worth so much more than you give yourself credit for.”
Truly
She loved all the pieces of myself that I hid from the world. She loved me when I didn’t think it was possible. She never made me question if I was worthy of it, because to her, loving me came as easy as breathing.
Thats a true friend
“Love yourself more.”
agree
I was. But this time, for a different reason. This time I wasn’t admiring her beauty. This time, I was figuring out ways to spare her heart.
Awwwwe
One thing I hated about men was how they were all bark and no bite. The ballsiest promises could be made over text, but face-to-face, no moves were made.
She looked like a shooting star. She looked gorgeous. She looked mine.
Blu was sorry that she opened up to me, sorry that she burdened me, when all I could see when I looked into those brown eyes was a girl who wanted to be loved. I couldn’t love her. I didn’t know how to love myself.
:(
sometimes you meet someone and you don’t understand the tie you two have. Sometimes you fall for the wrong reasons and sometimes the right ones. In this case, I think you saw a girl who needed saving… And you wanted to fix her broken heart so you didn’t need to mend your own.
Lovse thiz
So many marriages failed because of lazy choices. It was easier to leave than it was to work things out.
You stayed and you toughed it out for pieces of shit who never deserved you, broke you and you stayed because a part of you wants to feel like you did something right. That you made something work. That you tried. Because if nothing redeemable came out of your commitment, then you burned for nothing.
It was exhausting to chase after someone who never wanted you from the start.
It was even more exhausting to pretend that there was a chance in hell you could change their mind.
You fucked me over,” I started, bleeding into the pain I felt for months. “You fucked me up. And yet, you come back every time. Why? Why do you insist on doing this to me?”
His response may have been the most honest thing he’s ever said, and that terrified me. In one breath, he shattered my soul. “You let me.”
Aray
You let me. I allowed him to hurt me. I allowed him to think there was a chance. You let me. It was all my fault.
“What if we could work?”
Bhe tama na pls
There are so many guys out there…”
So many guys that will treat you right, who will deserve you.”
Why…” My fingers found his knuckles, then grasped at his wrist. “Why couldn’t it be you?”
Ouch
In his eyes I saw sadness, regret, guilt. It was at that point that I knew, even if he stayed, if he tried to love me, he wouldn’t be able to. Jace was incapable of it.
:(
Jace only knew how to twist that burning knife he held onto so tightly. That was his defense. And he was okay with letting me go.
By begging for a man who couldn’t be what I needed, I devalued my worth, my self-respect.
:(
No more late night calls. No more fighting. No more kissing, fucking, nothing – No more going back. No more hue. No more hue.
Either way he wasn’t worth it. He’s not worth it. He’s not worth it. He’s not worth it. But you know who was? Me. I was worth it. I was worth it. I am worth it.
That from this day forward, no one would take my worth away from me again. You are worth it, Blu Henderson. Love, Beatrice.
<3
Five months I’d lived in Paris, four months in Italy, and three months in Dublin.
Sana all
Maybe my solo trip was about falling in love with myself, the world, the people in it… Maybe it was my destiny.
Deserve mo yn bhe
“As long as you begin, you’re one step closer to being where you belong.”
The irony, that the people you cared about most were always the ones to leave you in pieces.
He never did anything with me as the primary focus. I was never a priority, never first. I satisfied him, but I was never enough to fulfill him.
The right person would have never given me those doubts to begin with. The right person would have danced with me in a sea of stars or burning lava.
Today, I chose me. Tomorrow, I’d choose me. Forever.
