ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ. ɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ 🌟

For every hope and every prayer—My only wish has always been you <3

One day you will ask me which is more important?  My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ɪ ꜱᴀʏ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 .

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦-𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 . 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 . 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 . 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 — 𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 .

𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 " 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱" .

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖳𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌: 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖲𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 — 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄… 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.

It won't always be like this. I promise you, we are not composed of “I miss you's” and “I wish you were here's”. These days of waiting are just the path I take, one step at a time, until your arms are no longer a memory but a place I can rest in . ✨️🥀

I’ve given up my sanity,
to loved ones who showed me,
how disappointing it can be,
to love someone with almost all of me… while letting them break me.
Without one single regret,
watching me pick up the pieces.

If I told you
that you were everything,
I ever wanted…
could I have you?

He said: "Things don't always go the way you want," he was right. These days things aren't as I wish, but thankfully I am here and moving forward.