Rania Naim

Because the more you gamble on people, the more you lose but if you gamble on God, you’ll always be a winner.

I’ll always be a work in progress but I’ll always be enough for the one who truly cares.

And why is it always the ones who broke us that make us happy? Why do we miss what destroyed us? Why do we seek happiness from those who made us cry?

Let me get that text or that call, let me remember what it feels like to be loved, to be remembered. Let me know that he still cares.

Sometimes you’re forced to be a loner because no one really understands you and the more you hang out with people, the more you lose yourself, the more you question who you should be and the more you ask yourself if you’re an alien living with humans or if you’re a human living with aliens.

Maybe all I needed was a text to let me know that even though it didn’t last, it was special. All I needed was something from you to let me know that it was real. That we were both on the same page. That for a moment, we were one.

Maybe we need to stop worrying so much about things we might lose because he’s never going to take away something that’s good for us. He’s never going to take away something he can’t replace.

It’s not a crime to want someone who only wants you. It’s not a crime to want someone who doesn’t call you crazy just because you care.

The beauty in starting over is that it helps you find the blessings in endings. The good in goodbyes and what lies on the other side of fear, the magic that lies beyond your comfort zone and the wonderful things life has to offer you when you decide to look up.

It’s dangerous to ask for reassurance from the ones who are unsure about you. It’s dangerous to wait for someone else to give you what you’re looking for without trying to find it in yourself first. Without trying to find it in the world first.

I found myself chasing something real, something reassuring, something beautiful, something honest. I found myself going after things you would have never given me.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one, your girl, the one who makes it till the end, the one who finally steals your heart and completes your love story, the one everyone was rooting for, the one that everyone wanted you to end up with.

I hope I don’t like you because if I do, I’m going to mess things up and you might leave. Because I get nervous and I stop making sense when your eyes look at me.

Date someone who’s looking for quality because that’s the only way they’ll appreciate you, that’s the only way they’ll understand what you truly have to offer. Anyone else will only like you under certain conditions.

I’m here to take back all the pieces of myself I left in you. I need them to make me whole again. Apparently, even the broken pieces of me still work. Apparently, I can still fix what you broke. As long as I do it. As long as you stay out of it.

You’re learning that it’s healthy to be vulnerable. You’re starting to embrace your vulnerability, your tears and all the things you used to associate with ‘weakness.’ You’re learning that it makes you human and that trying to be tough all the time is one big lie. Vulnerability is another form of strength.

I’m learning to trust him instead of trying to change what he has written for me. I’m learning that it’s my story but he’s the director. He’s the one who makes it all come together. He’s the one who makes it all make sense because he’s involved in every aspect of it.

Sometimes it’s how you realize that God has better things planned for you so you can let go.