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 Just like a book, I hope the second half writes a perfect tale where all loose ends find their place.
Just like a book, I hope the second half writes a perfect tale where all loose ends find their place.
There's more to life than waiting for a love that will never bloom.
A boat with no shore, sailing through storms, chasing a false light.
The youngest seed of love, grow the deepest roots.
Let go of the what if's that never found their.
Let the world hold its breath as you become the sun in your own sky, not just a star in someone else's.
light of hope can burn when held for too long in the wrong place.
There is power in ending. It takes you to the beginnings of what is meant for you.
Of all the lessons love teaches you, the most important one is - what love should never be.
It takes a few grey clouds, for you to appreciate the sunshine again.
I felt complete the day I learned, love was always in 'me' & not in the idea of 'we'
In moving on, you will learn that some verses can't be erased but rewritten over.
Every bond once had a beautiful start. For even thorns once held petals of a blooming flower.
May you feel proud of the battles that were never held in the museum of your triumphs.
Love is not black or white, it's the colour of ash that you've risen from.
If the caterpillar had presumed it to be the end, the butterfly within it would never have emerged.
Every year's beginning can be rewritten again & this time the way you want it to be.
I keep the child within me alive, to live through days, it could never in my younger self.
Every bond once had a beautiful start. For even thorns once held petals of a blooming flower.