Sometimes it takes years before we realize how much a person we’ve lost really meant to us but in those moments it no longer matters anymore. We’ve grieved, we’ve moved on, and we’ve learned. Life has this way of protecting us from such realizations early on for us to be able to heal from the damage properly.
On days when I feel hatred for myself, I cry because I want to love myself.
Love is not a language of confusion.
It is the immaculate doctrine placed under each breath.
How it is the only language clearer than your mother-tongue.
So Darling, if you find yourself wondering if it will fall under the name of love.
Just remember this.
if they do love you; they would choose you.
– Clarity,Conee Berdera