Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.
I hope you know how much I love you. No matter how long you’re gone, or how far you are away. I will always have hope. I will always wish you were next to me. Even though this life is hard. I wouldn’t trade a second of this life, just to have a normal one.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.
At the end of the day, you will go home to yourself and yourself only. Ensure you are proud of the person you have to fall asleep with, of who you are. Those who tell you that you aren’t good enough are not there with you at 3am when you’re crying in the dark because you’ve pretended to be someone you aren’t and you are no longer sure who you are anymore. Go home and love yourself.
Being ready for marriage isn’t about how old you are, how many relationships you’ve experienced, or how far in life you’ve come.. it’s about finding a person who loves you enough to bring out the better soul that is locked inside of you & someone who is willing to grow with you in all cases of existence.