“The one that is meant for us is going to be the hardest to get, the hardest to keep, and the hardest to accept because through all that the love will grow stronger. Love wasn’t made to be easy, otherwise we wouldn’t end up with the right person. We would end up with the first one who comes along. By struggling we single out the wrong ones and realize who really is the one.”—(via idareyoutoclickthis)
I woke up to a beautiful morning. Outside, the sky was magnificent. The orange rays from the rising sun merged with what’s left of the dark blue in the night sky. The buzz of traffic seemed soothing somehow. A slight breeze wafted through my hair and kissed my skin as I stared out the window. As I closed my eyes and took it all in, I silently wished that things didn’t have to change. Wished that they didn’t have to take a toll in this direction. My heart whimpered for what had happened and what could have happened. I wished that I had garnered enough courage and taken some time to save him. But I didn’t. It was a beautiful morning, yet I feel so hollow inside.