Chelsea Leigh Trescott

If you catch yourself playing games, sit yourself down and ask what’s really going on.

I knew the letter I wanted would never get written and the reflection that I was so desperately chasing would never be shared with me.

When you aren’t angry with someone, there’s nothing to project. When you haven’t lost yourself, there’s no one to go searching for.

We should indulge in each other. We should savor each other. We should look closer, lean in further, and be more tender.

That’s what “right” means to me, it means honest.

If you want to make peace with your past, you’ll need to let go of this dream that your past could have gone any other way and trust that how it went is how it was meant to go.

“Maybe there is no way for love to fail, because the eventual result of all love is New Life.”

Some of us can’t—won’t—because the feelings we are able to have, we have because we are finally away from the person who breaks us down, from the past which cannot contain our passion and potential and satisfy our hunger.

These crumbs act as “feelers” – texts that suggest interest or offer interaction but which require the receiver to meet them half-way and do the real leg work.

We want to know each other but something stops us. It’s as if we don’t feel safe to go there any longer, to step in that closely, to be alone and ourselves with the friends of our past.

I’ve been afraid, usually, of loneliness, of becoming empty without intimacy, empty without having one person whom a mutual commitment to share myself deeply with has been promised.

We need relationships that will only ever be meant for right now. I believe it is because of our journey along the way.

He can’t focus on you any longer, he’ll say, because at this time in his life he must be focusing on himself. On his projects. His “deals.”

Hope is expectation. Belief is acceptance. Belief says you are a champion, you have what it takes.

My mom said when a woman feels guilty, it’s because she’s doing something right for herself.

It’s been a terrible tendency, this tendency to put off living, to look at my life and say this isn’t my real life, not yet at least

We regret our eagerness, how caught up we get in the dream of being saved and cared for, how often we fall into the trap of making someone else our world.

You loved, you gave love, you felt, you inspired someone else to feel. Do you know how important that is?