Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
I think that the hardest thing you will ever come to understand is that you were not IN LOVE with the person that you spend years of your life with. You loved them, but you weren't in love with them...
& then the strangest clarity comes when you meet someone special...you come to understand why it didn't workout with anyone else.
I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.
You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them...
you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be...
No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.
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