To the first post of 2016
“There is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it is sent away.”
Maybe we all know deep down the monsters the people we have left in our past were actually like.
Maybe dreams are another way of telling you that ‘in another time’ or ‘in another world’ we know it wouldn’t have worked out either way.
We were just too afraid to acknowledge that they were too toxic for us.