Sarah R. Hughes

You can enjoy life on your own.

Like every home emptied and forgotten, eventually it is ready for somebody new.

I had a boyfriend after you, who liked to sing, but he didn’t sing the same songs and it hurt my heart.

The trouble with anxiety, with people who have anxiety, is we need time.

Love is many things, but it should not hurt all the time.

The guilt still weighs me down sometimes even though I know it’s insane.

Difficult, detached, tired parents raise difficult, detached, emotionally irrational children and wonder what we are doing wrong. Why we are so difficult.

I miss your presence. Just you being you. A hand on my back, lips on my neck. A smile in my eye line.

Reclaim your ambition and attitude; use it to begin again.

As we learn from one another, it is important we are aware, and delicate with another. We’re in this together and while the first person we are with may not be the person we finish this life beside, it does not mean we need to be careless, reckless, or cruel.

Like a ship going out to sea you will watch her grow smaller in the distance. And even if she calls to you, you will distance yourself too, maybe knowing somewhere in your mind you are unable to reach her because you were never helping in the first place.

After the storm had cleared I began to remember I was still myself. I was still the person I was before he left me.