This is not a metaphor. It really happened.

This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
The saving grace, I told myself, was that she hadn’t seen me.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
I only take pictures of the best moments and only share the best pictures from those best moments.
You don’t have to make peace in order to be at peace.
Addition by subtraction is a real thing, but it can also be a painful thing. It almost always is.
The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
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