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A volte ti rompi e nessuno se ne accorge, perché lo fai in silenzio.
A volte è meglio la solitudine che una delusione dietro l'altra.
In English we say: I’m waiting for you.
In poetry we say: I stand at the edge of time holding my breath, between heartbeats, hoping the next carries your name.
You have something rare: you care and that’s why it hurts sometimes because you gave your heart to someone who didn’t know what to do with it… but that same softness, that same capacity to love so deeply, is what will lead you to joy one day.
When you meet someone who gives you it all back, so keep caring, don’t let a few careless hearts convince you to harden yours.
I’ve one foot stuck in sadness while the other foot is in the doorway to happiness.
Parts of me dance in sunshine while the other parts just drown in the rain. I’m the one in the room who laughs loudest while the grief stings and just pulls me backward.
I exist simultaneously happy and sad, and any given moment either one can take over so, don’t try to pull me one way or the other, because one can’t exist without the other.
Se l’amore è una scelta, allora il vero amore è scegliere la stessa persona anche nei giorni in cui non ne hai voglia.
È facile amare quando tutto è nuovo, emozionante, quando vi state ancora scoprendo e nulla vi ha davvero messi alla prova.
Ma il vero amore non sono solo le farfalle nello stomaco, è esserci quando è difficile e restare quando hai visto anche il loro peggio, è scegliere di prenderti cura… anche quando sono distanti, anche quando non sono facili da amare… perché le emozioni passano, cambiano, si trasformano col tempo ma la scelta, la scelta resta.
Scegli di capire, scegli di perdonare, scegli di restare al loro fianco anche quando il mondo sembra separarvi.
L’amore non è solo una scintilla, è la decisione di continuare ad accendere il fuoco anche quando la vita cerca di spegnerlo.
Se l’amore è una scelta, allora è scegliere loro… non solo nel loro meglio ma nel loro lato più umano e credere che anche loro sceglieranno te.
I don’t even know what part of life I’m in anymore… I’m not broken but I’m not healed, I’m not sad but I’m not happy either, I wake up to do what I need to do, talk to people, laugh to texts just enough to seem fine. But deep down it feels like I’m stuck in a version of life that doesn’t really feel “I’m mine”.
I exist but I’m not seen. I keep thinking I’ll snap out of it, that one day will all make sense again but doesn’t. It just keeps going and I keep existing in it. Quietly, numbly like I’m watching my own life from the outside. Is this what growing up is supposed to feel like?
Because if it is, no one warned me that would feel this lonely
See you weren’t really mine but you mattered. I don’t really have the right to miss you, not really. See never mind to lose, never mind to hold but still… Some part of me tugs your memory like loose thread I forgot to tie. It’s strange loving someone without place to put that love carrying it around like a secret that aches quietly against my ribs.
See weren’t mine but you mattered
I thought growing up
would mean leaving the past behind,
but I still feel like her,
the little girl who stayed quiet,
who didn’t ask for anything
because she knew the answer would be no.
I still carry her fears,
her loneliness,
her need to prove
she’s worth loving.
And no matter how much I grow,
she’s always there,
waiting for someone to tell her,
she’s enough.
A volte ti immagino mentre mi pensi,
e lo so che non è vero.
Ma mentirmi è l’unico modo per non spegnermi del tutto.
She carries a heart too full of feeling in a world too hollow to hold it, so it breaks, quietly, again and again, and no one hears the sound but her.
You remind me of my favorite color, the part of the movie I’ll always love, the page of the book that’s folded at the corner.
You’re everything that I never want to forget and the reason I want to remember, it’s like I’m dreaming with my eyes open.
I’m falling and it’s not something I need to heal from because you are the calm that my storm has been waiting for.
They call it the “honeymoon phase” but there’s nothing temporary about the way I feel right now about you 💕
L’amore ci rende cattivi,
ci rende più vuoti,
ci rende più zitti.