i don’t know how to make this stop hurting.
A lion-hearted hero met defeat -
Five years he loved, and slavery was sweet
The girl for whom he was content to sigh
had one small blemish lurking in her eye
And though, as often as she would permit
He gazed at her he never noticed it
How could a man possessed by frenzy see
This unimportant faint deformity
Then imperceptibly love ceased to reign;
A balm was found to ease his aching pain -
The girl and all her blandishments
Became a matter of indifference;
And now the blemish in her eye was clear -
He asked her: “When did that white speck appear?”
She answered: “As your love began to die,
This speck was brought to being in my eye.”
How long will others’ faults distract your mind?
Your own accuse you, but your heart is blind.
Your sins are heavy, and while they are there,
Another’s guilt is none of your affair.
Believe in her because she believes in you. Encourage her, help her grow, help her understand what she needs to understand and teach her if she needs to be taught. She will do the same for you, she will do everything she can to benefit you- but sometimes she needs a little push too. Be her number one fan and never let her think she is second best to any other girl. Be proud of her. Be proud that she is yours and nobody else’s. Be so proud of her that no other man could even come close to taking her from you. She just wants to feel important, worthy and overall loved. Because she can’t remember the last time someone made her feel that way, if you have her, you’re important. Keep her.
I thought I was going to marry the girl of my dreams, but I guess I wasn’t her dream.
#tbt to my favorite picture from my 2014 trip to India. I’ll always be grateful to this little girl who I saw doing some last minute homework in her rickshaw during the AM hours. I could go on a rant about the importance of education and providing proper education to girls but I won’t. I’ll just let this one sink in with you. Hopefully it brightens up your day the way it brightens mine. #stolenmoments
I want to know why you give me time to wait till I get a stupid text back. I want to know why you acted like that other girl was your priority. I want to know why I’m the only one who feels hurt. I want to know why you told me I should feel special because you canceled on a random girls birthday just because I needed to see you. I want to know why I don’t feel good enough for you. I want to know why I feel like I’m not enough for you. I want to know why I feel so sad. I want to know why you won’t show me your emotions. I want to know so much. I Want to know why it feels like I want to know too much.
Nothing haunts me like you do. You are the ghost of everything I will never have, of the memories I can never relive, of who you will never love. You are the ghost of my life.
my rare moments of happiness
are tainted by the overshadowing
fear that something will go wrong
and ruin it all.