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“Deep in her heart, she wasn’t sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed…normal.”

— Nicholas Sparks

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“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”

— Lisa Kleypas

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“I’m not blaming you. I’m not mad and I don’t need to fight about it. You didn’t love me- and that isn’t your fault. You didn’t love me- and I’ll still be okay.”

— Poetry At Most

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“Yes, I believe in long distance relationships. There’s seven billion people in the world, you really think your soul mate lives down the street?”

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“I never thought a person could be “too much”. I always had worry about not being enough, but it never ever crossed my mind that I could ever be too much for a person. That was until I met you. I always thought I wasn’t enough but I think with you, I was too much. I felt things in intensity. When I loved, it wasn’t flowers and love letters but it was gardens and books filled with pages and pages of scribbled love notes that all smelt like roses. When I was happy it wasn’t smiles and upbeat songs, but it was screaming lyrics at the top of my lungs and laughing until I could barely breathe. and that all sounds like fun, and it was good in the beginning but the thing about feeling things too intensely is, the bad stuff hits so much harder. when I was sad, it wasn’t sad songs and eating 10 bowls of ice cream, it was not sleeping for days but not leaving my bed for days either, it was blood and blood and blood and hospital beds and gowns that were always too long for me. And anger wasn’t a couple missed calls and rolling eyes but it was holes in the walls and bloody knuckles. and I get why you fell in love with me, because I made everything good seem so much better, because you would give me flowers and I would turn them into gardens, because I radiated sunshine and I always was smiling a little too hard but you loved it anyways. but I also get why you couldn’t handle it anymore, because there wasn’t just good, there was bad and although I made the good so much better, I made the bad so much worse. I always felt a little too much, and you couldn’t handle that. Relationships are a balance of good and bad but I am so unbalanced, I would smile for days at a time and I would cry for weeks. I didn’t know how to live in between, I still don’t know how to live in between. I don’t know how to feel properly, everything always hits me too hard and sometimes that is good but sometimes its also bad. I’m still learning how to feel properly but emotions are like wild forest fires that can’t be tamed and I’ve made peace with mine. I wish you did too.”

— on being too much