Rania Naim

There’s no room in my heart for any more confusion. I don’t know how to deal with confusing behavior anymore.

There’s tremendous strength in surrendering to God and the plans he has for you. There’s strength in believing that everything can crumble and it will still generate something beautiful, something meaningful, something that will change your life.

Maybe this time we could try to remember the things that made us fall in love with each other in the first place.

Today I want to thank you. For supporting my dreams when you couldn’t understand them. For being there for me when I constantly pushed you away. For accepting me just the way I am.

Girls who come from broken homes were taught that love is meaningless, that love hurts and that they’re better off on their own.

It’s never a good idea to lean on them when times get rough because you know that they have a habit of disappointing you when you need them the most and you know they have a habit of causing you more pain.

Because the kind of people who stick around through thick and thin, the kind of people who let you get away with things that you would not tolerate, the kind of people who give you too much are the kind of people who walk away when they’ve had enough.

Talk to God if you’re confused about someone, he will either move your heart closer or push you away. Signs will show up, you will hear something about them, you will see a side you haven’t seen before, you will slowly begin to make a decision and you will eventually figure out if that’s the right person for you.

When forgetting is the only option you have, I guess that’s what they call the sweet release. Releasing someone when you’re heart is still full of love.

I’ll never be satisfied with a heart that’s not all mine.

I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to love again without thinking about how or when it will end. I’m slowly learning that it’s okay to believe in love one more time without trying to protect my heart from being broken.

The truth is it will always feel like something is missing.

I hope you know that you always have a choice. I hope you understand that you are capable of changing your life even if the odds are against you.

I don’t know how to be anything other than intense. All in. Too much. Too involved. I don’t know how to be an almost or anything in between.

Do me a favor and know when to end things. When it causes you more pain than joy, end it. When it makes you feel like you’re not good enough, end it.

I don’t know if I’ll miss you and I don’t know if I’ll miss the place we once called home, but I know that at this moment, I miss myself more. I’ve locked the real me inside for so long. I was forced to become someone else to make you and everyone else here happy. But I’m finally done with it all.

You weren’t the year for me and it’s time to move on. It’s time to let you go.

In 2019, I’m putting all my faith in God. I’m going to let him guide me without trying to interfere with his plans. I’m not going to keep knocking on the doors he decided to close.