Lauren Jarvis-Gibson

I hope you remember that you were brought into this earth because somebody wanted you. And somebody still wants you here. You’re a miracle gift to the world. And my dear, you are loved.

Be with someone who wants to make you dance in the middle of the crowd and sing in the middle of silence. Be with someone who makes you believe in yourself. And be with someone who makes saying “I love you” easy. Because you know it’s true.

Slowly, you stop keeping in touch. You stop telling him that you’re dehydrated from crying too hard. You stop telling him to remember you. And little by little, month by month, your flame burns a bit less.

I think you knew all along.
I was lying
because when I told you that I
will love you
forever, I meant it.

During the holidays, your relatives ask you if you’re asexual. You reply by stuffing your mouth with pumpkin pie.

When people think you’re drunk but in reality, you’re just wearing heels.

Feeling relieved when your date does all the talking so you don’t have to pull out your stash of sticky notes for topic ideas.

If I knew that you would leave me for good, I would’ve wanted to hug you. And tell you that even though it wasn’t the same for you, it will always be for me. And even though, I wasn’t your love anymore, that you were mine.

“But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.” ― Lauren Oliver

Once you finally realize that you can be your truest and happiest self without being involved with another person, you’ll get to be alone without being lonely. And you’ll actually like it.

Set yourself free, sweet soul. You can smile now. You are free to breathe without caution. The past is nothing but sand on the soles of your shoes, mud on your old car tires, and dusty Polaroid pictures on your refrigerator.

My heart is as fragile as a piece of paper and it might just break in half. At least if you do it fast, it won’t hurt quite as much.