Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

No matter how much you love someone, it doesn’t make them obligated  to love you back.

I’m scared to feel things for you or for anyone. I’m scared to break open. I’m scared to give someone my heart and to have it crumpled up again. I’m scared to be broken. I’m scared to be in pain.

Don’t let this person dictate you. Don’t let this person make you feel like you are nothing. Don’t let this person control how you see your self. And don’t ever let anybody make you feel like you are worthless.

I’m happy we met. I’m happy you loved me. I’m happy I loved you. But make no mistake, one day I’ll be walking down the aisle on grass covered in flower petals. And I won’t be headed anywhere towards you. 

Make 2018 the year you make you your first priority. Live this year for you. Make this the year you slowly fall in love with yourself. Make this the year you fall — and catch your own damn self. 

Love isn’t perfect. So how could I expect the next man I fall for to be?

She stopped replying back to you because she realized that she was nothing to you. She realized that you didn’t really care. And you never did. 

Pounds will come and go, don’t let a number define you.

You don’t have time to pity yourself. You don’t have time to hate that boy who left you a long time ago. You don’t have time to regret the past or look down at your rearview mirror. You don’t have enough room in your heart to hold onto everything that broke you. So let it all go. Let 2017 go and all the years before.

What happens when your heart isn’t broken, but it doesn’t feel full either?

Let 2018 be the year where you grow truly comfortable with yourself. Let 2018 be the year you can enter a room full of strangers and still feel whole. Let 2018 be the year where you no longer search for love, because you’ve grown to find it inside of yourself.

It makes me so angry that after you ended it, I still liked you. It makes me so angry that after you ended it, I couldn’t hate you. I couldn’t even write bad things about you.