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love is two people who don't give up on each other
Do the hard thing, have the scary conversation. Choose the uncertain future. Take a risk. Be yourself. Speak your mind and share your soul. Because when you do the hard thing, when you are able to stand up and count on yourself even when you don't want to and don't feel like it, when you are able to know who you truly are in the trying times, something magical happens. And that magical thing is real life. Give it time, but give it a chance.
Don't forget how badly you once wanted what you have now. There was a time you were praying, visualizing and hoping to be where you are currently at. Now that you received your blessings, you're too worried about the next thing to notice it. When will this cycle of chasing the next high end? Will you ever be truly fulfilled? Too many people get trapped in the never ending cycle, that they forget to really live, feel and experience the beauty they created. Learn to be grateful and love being in the moment, instead of worrying, overthinking and stressing about what's next.
And most of all, I want to do nothing with you. I want to spend a Sunday at home, me in my corner, you in yours, reading or working or writing, silently in our spaces. I want to be so together that we don't have to say anything at all, that we can just watch it rain and drink our tea and occasionally look at one another and smile. I will wonder why I ever thought that Sunday was for running errands and cleaning and getting things done one after the other, when it is so clear that spending them silently across from you is so much better. I want to have every bit of Sunday with you, every Sunday, because you are simply too good to end on a Saturday night.
For what it's worth; it's never too late or, in my case too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limits, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel thing you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
And every time the moon comes out to shine it always reminds me of just how much I miss you. Your face, your voice, your soul, the sound of your laugh, your smell - god I miss your smell. Nothing smells as good asthe person you love, you know. Most of all I miss the way you used to make me feel. I can't even explain it and even if I could I don't think you'd ever understand... I just hope that this ache in my heart won't last a lifetime and... that you're happy.That you've found genuine happiness.