I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we’d all be just fine.

His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.

Occasionally we must disconnect to reconnect later on.

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

He said he was going to fix everything and I believed him. But I believed him before and again some. And I guess I got lost in the resentment of disbelief.

we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was

He said he liked my rhythm. I said I liked his heartbeat, and it was within that moment I knew our corners would never meet.

Give second chances, third chances, but not a fourth, a fifth, a sixth and so on. Appreciate yourself and understand your worth – know it takes time for people to change, to become better. But know what you can take and what you deserve.

He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.