They say time heals all, but I don't think that's true. Broken hearts never completely mend, they just learn to adapt once the pieces get lost forever.
Take care of yourself- no matter how little my words mean to you now or how second of a thought I am to you now, if a thought at all. I meant every word that I said.
Dear Diary; why do I keep doing this to myself? The way I still check up on them when I am nothing but a second thought, if a thought at all. It’s no wonder I am still a mess. Why can’t I just let it go? Why can’t I just be gone?
If you find yourself awake at 1AM, you just might be in love. If you find yourself awake at 3AM, don't do anything stupid, you are loved. If you find yourself awake at 5AM, you should go to sleep.
It's still in here, somewhere, I'm sure of it. The heart I want to give you is somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, or perhaps the edge of the galaxy. I know that I can find it, again, I just need time.
I used to think that I was invincible- a stone heart impenetrable to the holiest of goddesses. And then I met you- just one glance and this heart began to thaw.
Dear Diary; I feel tired- sleep just ain't cutting it anymore. I've felt this way for the last ten years- at least. I wonder if anyone else feel this way too.
Dear Diary; to be honest, I don't mind being a little broken. If it means that these pieces of me can make you whole then that's alright with me. I'm used to it anyway.
We are all children of the sun, but you outshine all seven-billion who walk this Earth. Daughter of the sun, share with us your light and lead us out of darkness. Daughter of the sun, shower us with warmth- this place is cold without you.
I wanted you to be right for me more than anything else I could want. We could have forced it, maybe, but it wasn't right. To this day, I still think about what could have been but I always remind myself that we would have only been delaying the inevitable.