The Hardest Part About Moving On Is Realizing That You Didn't Mean As Much To Someone As They Meant To

Maybe one day I'll heave a sigh of relief and realize I was not crazy after all for choosing me and my dreams over yours.

“I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.”

— Unknown

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine

I’m slowly learning that some people aren’t good for me, no matter how much I love them.

On the verge

​She says she's given up on waiting for him,

She thinks it's all a pipe dream, in her head

That someone like her doesn't have the luxury to dream

To have adventures, explore and experience something new each day

To actually fall in love with what you do each day

To have him by her side, encouraging her

She was an optimistic person and somewhere,

out there, across the oceans she believed he was there

She thought she could have it all; the career, life, and relationship

But who was she kidding? Who was she to dare to dream

How can someone like her break those walls? So she gave up.

Then out of nowhere, from the other side; he talked

He said, 'I've found you, and I'll come get you'.

He waited years and years for her, searching for her

In this journey of happiness that he kept traveling

He knew she was the one to guide him in his purposes

He had it all in the past, but he wasn't happy genuinely

All because he needed someone to love him for him

When he found her, she was on the verge of giving up

He had to muster every ounce of energy he had

To reach out to her to let her know and be heard

That she was almost there, that they were almost close to each other now.

By Adia

I could be happy. But I think too much.

I talk to you in my head more than I ever did in real life.