Chelsea George

Forgetting you felt even more unachievable.

I hate that there is doubt, dismay, and confusion. I hate that you took a trusting girl who was excited for love and life and betrayed her.

This is my battle, and I face it with the confidence that I will overcome it.

Even the days when things seem impossible, when there is no light and you just let the bad wash over you, you’re still winning.

You are the most important man in the world and for that, I am in awe of you.

When you grow up with only a father, there are some barriers that your life contains.

It’s a hard thing, to be happy after your heart has been broken.

You jumped and fell. You only just gotten back up, and now your heart wants you to jump again.

What true friend doesn’t keep a set of pom poms in their back pocket for you?

I’ve had a relationship with anxiety longer than any.

Loving you is still simple. Missing you is overwhelming.

These three words can change so much that it is scary. I want you to do it anyway.

You try to see the positives, remember that you are so lucky to know that time is running out, until you flip that coin and realize that you have to watch the sand slowly flow through the hourglass.

You left. You made the choice to walk out the door and not turn back.

They say time heals all wounds, but what they didn’t mention is that sometimes the time necessary to heal does not exist in one lifetime.

If I told you about my past, my demons, and my darkness, would you do it? Would you love me anyway?