Chelsea Leigh Trescott

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

We fear that we will never find our way into a forever love, that we will never be able to hold onto the security blanket for our loneliness.

You are the worst kind of person and yet here I am with you still on my mind.

When anyone hears that I am single and not dating, they wonder aloud as to why I can’t find a
man.

Our pain is a pain we bring upon ourselves through our own misplaced questioning. The pain
of our own wrong asking. It is the pain of avoidance.

Maybe it’s not enough to just be rosy-eyed and hopeful. Maybe it takes the humility that comes
with heartbreak to get us hungry for our own great love again.

Beneath those tears of yours is a shaking woman shackled in fear. Do not hide her. Help her. She needs your honesty.

Let old loves make you wiser but never let them claim you.

I think I committed myself to men I knew would bury holes so deep within me that I’d have no option but to overlook men altogether to save myself and find my wholeness again.

You are not motivated by anger. You do not feel bitter or betrayed. You simply feel prepared for greater love.

What’s more powerful than being rid of something though is being able to withstand the very thing we’d rather hide or obliterate. This, to me, is strength.

I am grateful for books, for the way I can pick out an entire world and spread its interior out between my own hands. I can stand amongst my shelves and be totally amazed.

No matter if the glamour of the day is obvious or hidden beneath a bed sheet, done up in a dress so jaw-dropping that we, beautiful enough on our own, might actually believe a dress would be holding our magic, our power for attracting love, when we are holding that love in our heart already.