The Process Of Mending A Broken Heart

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You gave me life again. You helped me prove to myself that I have the capacity to love selflessly and commit to something I believe in without fear. You put band-aids on my emotional wounds and you carried my baggage with me for several months. You helped me realize that relationships are about working for what you believe in and helping the other person grow and blossom. You taught me to accept and embrace my passionate sexuality and desire and you let me give in to it with you. You showed me that not all men are untrustworthy, and some will look you in the eyes and tell you that you deserve better, you deserve the best, and then they will give it to you. You showed me that we could be independent together. You made me love myself and my body. You forced me to look deep within myself…

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When You Feel Like Giving Up On Love

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At least once in your life, have you ever turned your back on love? Have you ever felt love demanded too much from you, or too much of you? Ever felt love plays favoritism and you believed you weren’t one of it?

Sometimes in our lives, we can’t deny that our stars are arranged that way — when we purposely force ourselves to leave love behind because at one point, everything hits beside the mark. No matter how we try to put our shattered pieces back together, nothing ever fits perfectly again. We try so hard to move on with life having a beaten drive. We go on with a figuratively dying self, crawling with the very last strength we have. There’s always this one time when losing a significant part of us forces us to learn the tough way.

But, there’s also this time when struggling gets easier day after day; when getting by…

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I Should Have Told You How I Felt When I Had The Chance

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Maybe it was the way you spoke, the way you made me feel, the way you looked at me. Yes. That’s it. The way you looked at me. And the way it made me feel. It made my heart stop. I remember it distinctly. That  searing look. Like I was the only one. The one that held you captive. I will never forget those eyes till the day I die. I don’t remember how old I was when I fell in love with you. The way you were, the way we were. So easy, so pure, so natural. Amidst every silly game ever played, each stolen glance exchanged, the many instances our hands brushed against each other, I don’t know how time passed but it did. No words were ever spoken because they would seem too small.

I never thought distance was something that would’ve mattered to us, but it…

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