Maybe he’s not the one for you, but you know what? That’s okay because he’s a single chapter in your life. Remember that he’s taught you something, that you’ve learned what and what not to do in your future relationships. Don’t dwell on him for long because now you have room to start a new chapter with someone else.

Our generation is so preoccupied with texting that we’re starting to think sending a 12 page text with proper grammar and high vocabulary is romantic. What happened to writing letters in cursive? I’m not talking about those dumb letters you write to friends on lined paper, colored with marker, decorated with glitter and what not. I’m talking about the formal letters. The letters opening with ‘dear’ and ending with ‘sincerely’ or ‘love’, not opening with ‘wassupp boskies ;)’ and ending with ‘see ya l8er home boyy ;) <3’. I’m talking about the letters that took a few days to finish, not the letters that were done in one or two class periods.

I still have the letter my significant other wrote for me from almost two years ago. So maybe, just maybe, for this Valentine’s day, try writing your significant other a letter from the heart. 

Have you ever noticed how girls hurt over the most measly of insults even if it wasn’t meant to be insulting? But at the same time, most of us don’t react in the most positive way when we’re complimented. We’re so focused on our flaws that we don’t take time out of our days to praise ourselves of our own unique features. We need to remind each other that we are beautiful, both inside and out, in our own little way. We need to remind each other that almost all models we see in magazines are digitally enhanced to have fuller lips, larger breasts, thinner waists, larger eyes, whiter teeth, or larger butts. We all have our imperfections, but we also have our own little perfections.

I pretend to be strong. I put on a smile every single day and tell myself it’ll get better tomorrow. I sleep early, hoping that the next day will come soon. Hoping that the next day will be better. But when it’s not better than the previous day, I feel defeated. It’s as if I want to give up, as if I’m done trying.

I put up this act.. This.. Stupid act that says nothing can faze me. I pretend nothing people say hurt me, but in reality, I take everything to heart. Every. Single. Thing. People around me think I can take every insult and be completely fine. Yes, I say I’m fine, but who’s fine when they’re being criticized at that moment or every day? It hurts. Even the strongest person, the person who’s self esteem is built by concrete can be brought down in time.

A Mother’s Courage

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Being with you feels like I’m in a completely different world. It’s as if we’re in a movie. It doesn’t matter if we’re on an expensive, romantic date or watching marathons in our pajamas at your house. No stress or worries. Just me and you. Everything becomes simply.. Perfect.

You cross my mind all the time. No matter what I’m doing, I always catch myself subconsciously thinking about you. But when I reach my phone to text you, I can’t help but feel like a pest. But at the same time, I’m wondering if you haven’t texted me because you feel the same way.

Hearing you cry makes me cry. I’m miles away without any way of comforting you. All I can do is stay on the phone and listen to your whimper and cry. It upsets me. I want to be the one who holds you when you cry. I want to be the one who stands up for you when someone hurts you. I want be able to cheer you up. And I know you want me to be there physically. Even though I can’t be there for you physically, I promise you, I’ll be there with you soon. So please, hold on a bit longer because I want to protect you. 

I don’t only write from what I’m feeling. I write about how I used to felt, and how I think I might feel in the future. I write so others can relate. MY PURPOSE here is to let others know they’re not alone.

And you’re right. To some extent. There are reasons why I refuse to let go of this person. And those reasons are something no one would fully understand. And please, don’t automatically jump to conclusions. I know you mean well, but there are things you don’t know about. There are certain things I don’t say on this blog.

Regardless, thank you for worrying.

Miles away or down the block, homo- or heterosexual, love is love. So what if they’re 9,364 miles away? Those two have a stronger relationship than that couple you see making out everyday in the hall. So what if they’re attracted to the same sex? Those two have to fight against society’s perception of what is ‘love’. Love is courage, trust, support, strength, weakness, honesty. But above all else, love is between two people and only those two people. Society’s opinion about them shouldn’t matter, but it becomes their problem when society decides to tear them apart. Back off and let the two love each other.