Don't rush love


Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to be convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in  this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready. Be the person who cares. Be the person who makes the effort, the person who loves without hestitation. Be the person who bares it all, the person who never shies away from the depth of their feeling, or the intensity of their hope. Be the person who believes in the softness of the world, in the goodness of other people, in the beauty of being open and untethered and trusting. Be the person who takes the chance, who refuses to hide. Be the person who makes people feel seen, the person who shows up. Trust me when i say be the person who cares. Because the world doesnt need any more carelessness, any more disregard; because there is nothing stronger than someone who continues to stay soft in a world that hasn't always been kind to them. 

At some point sometimes i ask myself how it is possible to be filled with so much rage against someone who once made you feel so much love ? And the worst part is, the only way some people will learn to appreciate you is by losing you. And every time i feel like im moving a few steps away from you, i end up 50 steps back and i'm so tired of it. And there's nothing worse than still being in love with someone who has proven that they, in no way, shape or form, care about you. But babe, do you ever heard this. A women who open her heart to love you when it's already broken it's braver than anyone you'll ever met. And this is where I end up writing down all the words that I should have said but I ended by just writing them in a paragraph. I just wishing you and i would have a better memories about how happy we are. I wish i could be someone who heal you, eventhough i also need someone to heal me. 

And this is why i hate myself the most. No matter how hard i am trying to hate you, your memories still live in my mind



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