Sara Di Tullio

Just once, I want to give my all to someone who will give me theirs in return. I don’t want to doubt whether or not I’m the only person on their mind. I want to go to sleep knowing that late night conversations will turn into “good morning” texts.

What if you date the person who will fight for you if need be, but who knows that you have always been strong enough to fight for yourself.

Fall in love with the girls who haven’t had the heart to settle because they know that life is too short to accept love that is “okay”.

You want to know what it’s like to have someone that would give their all for you. You’re just too afraid to admit it.

Thank you for letting me be myself no matter what.

It’s forgetting who society wants us to be and remembering who we’ve been all along.

She’s scared to fall for you because no one has ever taken the time to stay.

Maybe everything has their time and place. Maybe you were always meant to be temporary. Maybe we were destined to come and go like shooting stars that light up the night sky.

If you haven’t realized it yet, one day you will wake up and see that you are living, breathing proof that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Remind yourself how infinite the world really is. Find comfort in knowing that you’re a part of something much bigger than you’ll ever know.

I guess we became addicted to the rush of it all, the way we turned off our brains just enough to feel everything we’ve ever missed. And as much as I hate the way things played out, something keeps telling me it was all worth the risk.

You’re playing with the girl who doesn’t need you. She’s enough on her own, and she knows it. If you’re thinking she will ever shed a tear for you, you can think again.

You can’t help but blame yourself because there must have been something that you did wrong.

To the ones don’t speak in exclamation marks, but whose question marks make you re-evaluate all that you know.

You’ll remember every unanswered call, every doubt he put in your mind. You’ll remember a time when your mood didn’t depend on a stupid text message that read “hi”.

Deep down I knew I had become the cause of your pain, the destruction of everything you once knew. But I couldn’t muster the courage to face you, not after all that I had put you through.

I hate that I have to feel bad for wanting to leave , even though you give me no reason to stay.

You were there for him no matter what. But you know who else you were there for? Yourself. Because when he left you hanging, you pulled yourself up.