there is something bittersweet about realizing that someone can never be yours, that you are never rid of your ghosts. Oh, life will haunt you if you let it. It will consume you. You will go mad, reliving memories to wonder if your memories with him were memories he shared with another girl. If you were just a re-creation of his first love.
Yeah, love will burn and sting and god will it hurt. But oh, when you find it again, when you have begun to heal, when you realize that it can be something better than what you’ve known, when you realize you deserve love, that’s it. Right there. Hold onto that moment. And realize that someone is never yours. They are not a possession. Do not hope to possess or to be possess, but lace your fingers in those of your love and appreciate each day you are given.