Bea C Pilotin

When I say I miss you, what I mean is that, every little thing reminds me of you.

I will no longer miss you.

I let you go because I deserve the best.

I miss you.

Home is where you wake up early in the mornings, realizing that it is where life fixed in firm and perfect patterns, indelible and infinite. Ancient and for always, back and forward.

I forgive you because I love you. I can’t stop loving and I can’t tell my heart to hate you because you hurt me. That’s love. That’s how love supposed to be.

It’s okay not to know the answer.

I love you. There are no rules. No ifs. No buts. No whys. Just love. A love that grows, that never hurts, not difficult and not hard. A love that exists.

Let’s find strength in one another. Let us hope together. Let us make up for all the lost moments in our lives—all the times we spent apart.

I don’t hate you. I don’t hate myself. I don’t hate the world. Our love was not perfect. You were not always fair, but I have loved fully. Not halfway. Not an option. Not maybe. Nor a second best.

I don’t want you to be perfect. I just want you to be the person you are because I want to love the things that make you a human being

I deserve a man who falls in love with me: not halfway and not maybe.

You don’t need to tell her you love her every minute of the day but don’t let her miss your love.

Don’t make promises that you will not be able to keep.

No matter how many doors that will come our way, you are and will always be my hero and my first love, not because of the things you are giving me but because you are my Father.

It’s time for your soul to sing a new song.

It’s time for me to stop running after you because I know deep in my heart I deserve a man who really exists and who will always be there to love me.

I hope you stop seeing the ugly side of you and start seeing the amazing side. Remind yourself you are worthy and good at heart.