It’s nights like these I could use your encouraging words and powerful hugs. It’s nights like these I wish I could pour my heart about how stressed I am. It’s nights like these I wish I could stare into your eyes while you tell me I’m beautiful.
But there comes a time when you must encourage yourself. You must find your inner strength and be your own rock. You must pick yourself up and tell yourself it’ll be okay. And after that’s all over, you must look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you’re beautiful.
Do you ever just see the first sentence of a text message and just think “oh fuck no I do not have time for this shit”
People aren’t always what you want them to be. Sometimes they disappoint you or let you down, but you have to give them a chance first. You can’t just meet someone and expect them to be everything you’re looking for and then be angry when they’re not every hope and aspiration you projected onto them. It’s foolish to believe that someone will be what you imagine them to be. And sometimes, when you give them a chance, they turn out to be better than you imagined. Different, but better.
The shit they pass off for programming on network TV these days doesn’t hold a candle to this
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
When was it that you realized it was over between us. When was it that you decided I would never be able to change your mind. When was it that you chose to take the easy way out. When was it that you looked to the future and didn’t see me in it. When was it that you woke up one day and gave up. When was it that you stopped loving me.
Because I never did.