Closure

I keep telling myself that I need some sort of closure when it comes to our relationship

Some defining conversation or action to make me feel as though
everything I had to say was spoken
everything I had to say was understood

I had always said exactly what I had needed to say to him
But when he was gone there was a nagging feeling that some things were left unsaid

He wasn't understanding
Whether he wasn't or couldn't is up for debate

A good morning or goodnight message, an "I miss you" or "Thinking of you", a letter. Anything.

That was all I wanted
That was all I needed

If I couldn't even get those simple gestures in return, how could I expect him to fight to keep me?
If sending a three word text was too much work for him, how could I expect him to take time out of his life to try and keep me there.


I guess that's all the closure I really need, isn't it?

We as Humans

We’ve all had experiences that have brought us to the darkest places we could ever fear to face.

Now imagine you had the power to pull someone out of that dark place even for a single second.

That’s the most amazing gift we as humans have been given.

Why waste a day stuck in your own world when you could be doing anything in order to make someone else’s journey just a little easier?

I truly believe that I had been put on this Earth in order to make people’s journeys easier. Whether it’s as simple as holding the door open for someone or saving a friend because I knew her future held amazing opportunities, I feel as though every little thing I do should benefit others in some way.

When I think about the lowest point I have been in my life I can't help but to also think about the things that pulled me out of that hell for a moment. The people around me had the power to save me from drowning and they are constant reminders of how much power I have when it comes to making other people's journeys easier.

Don't take that power for granted.

What a Scary Thought

What happened to love being enough? When I was younger I was tricked into believing that people were always going to be married and in love; that’s how it had always seemed in movies. Some part of me still believes this which is why it makes it harder to believe maybe they had fallen out of love. What a scary thought.

I don’t want to live in a world where I am constantly surrounded by people falling in and out of love…I want to be submersed in love. Love for others, love for myself, love for my struggles. As my eyes are opened to this idea of love, I begin to realize that maybe it’s impossible; what a scary thought.

Maybe it is just as easy to fall out of love as it is to fall into it. What a scary thought.

With all these thoughts in my head I still find myself holding onto a glimmer of hope that maybe somewhere there are people who are living the fairytale that I can only hope to one day obtain.