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If I stay one more day
Maybe it will all be ok
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It is raining. Storm is shouting, wind is whispering. I am lying in the bed made for the two of us. You aren’t here. Staring at the ceiling I wonder what it would be like if the windows break and the water comes flooding in. Will it make any difference though? I am dead, nothing about me is alive. I have already drowned.
//excerpt from a book i’ll never write// ~shubhaa
you don’t have to have it all figured out, today or in a month or in a year. and when you do figure it out, then you can figure it out again.
you can change your mind, change your passion, learn something new, let something go.
there is no right age to finalize your life. there is no timeline on your happiness.
life is not one puzzle to solve–it is endless pieces that fit together perfectly some days and not the next. it is making mistakes and learning that it was exactly what needed to happen to find your next path.
i loved the idea of
loving you
and hated the idea of
losing you.
so i poured everything i
had into you
until i was exhausted
and empty.
and then you left,
and that’s okay.
because i thought
i hated the idea of
loving you.
but i really
love the idea of
loving me.