This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
Some things are created to be together.
Everything I dream is something simple and plain and everyday. That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have