We all lose sometimes. We fail to get what we want. Friends and loved ones leave. We make a decision we regret. We try our hardest and come up short. It’s not the losing that defines us. It’s how we lose. It’s what we do afterward.
I still can’t get my mind around that, you know, I keep sifting the pieces of the relationship through my mind and and examining my life and trying to figure out where did the screw up come, you know, ..and mm a year ago, we were in love. you know?
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I think I made you up inside my head.
Maybe it’s not the doors that open in our lives, but the doors that close that define us. That guide us. Because they force us to move on. Instead of thinking about what we lose, look at what we can gain.
Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.