I know that one day I will meet someone who loves me truly. Someone who knows how to properly love. That’s the thing about young love: we’re too naive.
I am a worthless human being, and I simply can’t affirm or meditate or pray my way out of it. It’s liberating, in a strange way, to know this.
Change comes in many forms, and we will change and shed and evolve and grow over and over again. We are emotive beings, all searching for that elusive love and happiness. Life is hard, curve balls will always come our way, but by not trying to escape, I won’t deny my heart the healing it deserves.