"I will never forgive you for not choosing me. "
you don’t get to decide how this goes down…
You called and had to wonder
If we could be friends
You said it might be too hard
That it would depend
Right then I stayed quiet
But after goodbye
I wanted to call back
And I’ll tell you why
You don’t get a say
In how this should be
You gave up your power
When you didn’t pick me
If I want to be friends
Then that’s what I say
You’re not the one who plays hurt
Since you caused the pain
It might be hard for you
And I hope that it is
To know how I would love you
To know all that might have been
But that’s your cross to bear
When you left my heart to burn
You made your choice to break my heart
And finally now it’s your turn.
"People loved you in the way they knew how—and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed. "
"What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with. "
"The purpose of fiction is to combat loneliness. "
"There comes a point when being angry at him becomes useless. Because after a while, if you’re still there, it’s not his fault anymore. It’s yours. "
When my mom died- I read a lot of books about grief. One of the things that stuck out to me was that after someone dies- we analyze everything we ever did and beat ourselves up. But the thing that stuck with me is “forgive yourself for being human.” People make mistakes. Sometimes we cannot control our emotions the way we should, or we feel things that don’t make sense. Sometimes we will even hurt the people we love. The same way they will fail us. We’re human. The true crime is not reflecting. Not learning. Not striving to be better.
And as far as I can tell- you try to be better a lot. And that is all anyone can hope to do. It’s a hell of a lot more than most people even try to do.
And that’s what matters.