somehow we spend our entire lives waiting; waiting for flights, waiting for people, waiting for things to get better and yes She is waiting for you always forever ♾️

The Strength In Our Scars 🧿 I think it's brave. I think it's brave that you get up in the morning when your heart aches and life is messy and you do not feel like being soft for the world. I think it is brave that you continue to love and express and open your soul, despite the way you were treated in the past. I think it is brave that you keep going, that you keep believing in something more, something bigger, even when you may not know what you are hoping for. I think it is brave that you fight, I think it is brave that you choose, every single day, to move forward-because that is what makes you strong. That is what makes you strong

He loves me, he loves me not, The petals fall, my heart in knots. In this game of chance, I wait and see, Does he hold the key to set me free?His gaze, a puzzle, a silent plea, Yet love remains a mystery to me. I count the petals, whisper a prayer, Hoping fate will answer my despair.But alas, the truth lies in the bloom, He loves her, not me, in this room. My heart, a fragile petal torn apart, Yet I’ll cherish the memories in my heart.For unrequited love, a bittersweet song, I’ll find solace where the shadows throng. He loves me not, but I’ll still believe, In love’s magic, though it brings no reprieve...

All my life till now I have seen things that I never thought of seeing, I have felt things that I never thought of feeling, I have seen people leaving, I have also seen people coming, I have seen people betraying, I have seen dreams shattering, I have seen goals changing, I have seen friendship breaking, I have realized that this is life.

People come and go, some stay and leave later, someone stays forever, dreams happen, goals happen and then like so many stars in the sky, you touch one and suddenly the other one looks bright, you fall and then you realize what it takes to fly, your heart gets broken and then you stick it again and then you learn about healing, then someday someone makes you believe in love and leave, for a while you lose faith in love but then you realize you can fall in love again after a while, I have realized that this is life.

Today when I look back, I see a home, then I see that home falling, then I see bricks all over the place but then I see myself putting all those bricks bit by bit, what do you call a home? not a big mansion but a lifelong lesson, not a big mansion but a heart starting to believe in love again, not a mansion but a few people who stayed at your worst, not a mansion but a girl who fell there and cried but picked herself up and then tried, not a big mansion but a place where love resides, a place where healing takes a very long time to enter but stays for a long time, not a big mansion but a small garden where faith blooms and flowers find a room, not a big mansion, that home is my heart, my home.

I never imagined myself capable enough to build a home but then one fine day I realized there was no moon during the noon in the sky, where is the home now? I found a home in someone and that someone didn’t open the door for a long time, finding a home in a person is very tricky because they can any moment ask you to leave and find a new home, so I decided to be my home instead because the world might show me the exit door but even my windows will be open for me in case if the doors are closed, that home is my heart, my home.

or a long time, I was afraid of being left out, I was afraid of being the only one who is left behind, I was afraid of not being loved back, but now that I am alone I have realized the fear of being alone is the worst fear of all because the ultimate truth is we are alone, we will always be, it’s just that some days someone accompanies us, some days they don’t, some days people listen, some days they don’t, some days people care for you, some days they don’t, people can’t be there always, the only person who stays with you will always be you, people will come and go, few will stay and few don’t but make sure you stay with yourself.

Letting Go 🥺

the most selfless and painful act of love is to let someone go, knowing they deserve someone better than good enough

and still hope that they will find happiness —

even if it will be without you .

Just because we don't talk anymore, doesn't mean I've forgotten all about you, it doesn't mean that I no longer care. Truth is I still do. I do my best to check up on you, to see how you're doing. To see if you're okay, but every time I get the urge to talk to you, it suddenly hits me that, we're strangers, you don't want me in your life, hence the reason I'm no longer part of you. But even though everything's changed; I just want you to know that, I'm still here. I'll still be here for you, I'll still lend you my shoulders and ears. I don't care what time it is, what I'm doing. Don't hesitate to talk to me, because half the time, I wish that you were talking to me. I just miss your presence, I miss you being my best friend, I just miss you in general