What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
I want to be beautiful for myself. Not for anyone or anything but for myself.
Attract what you expect,
Reflect what you desire,
Become what you respect,
Mirror what you admire.
He may still love you. He probably does. He probably doesn’t know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
My heart hurts when I think of all the things I haven’t done