She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via shayeofodile)
If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
You ripped my heart out of my chest but the sad thing is I picked it up and handed it right back to you.
You made me the happiest and saddest person at the same time and that’s how I knew it was real. That’s how I knew you were worth fighting for. That we were worth fighting for.