Madison Meadows Spiritual Blog: A Journey into Mysticism, Dreams, Twin Flames, & Healing

i just want to say i am sorry for not talking to you when i had the chance i am sorry for not telling you sooner how i felt i am sorry  for all the pain i may have caused you i know i am complicated but let's be honest so are you you also never said anything and in our efforts to avoid each other we only caused the other heartache and pain i am sorry for being silent and wanting to protect you from me i can see now i only made the pain worse and both of our lives messier unintentionally wounding those we love so i am truly sorry for the one thing that i did do and had no control over and that was falling in love with you

there's a part of her that held on to him because she had nothing else to hold on to nothing in her life ever did last maybe that's why she held on for far too long because at least she had something to hold

she lost count of the times she fell down and got back up she wanted to runaway from her problems and just disappear but somewhere deep inside of herself she always found the courage to face her fears that's what warriors do they get back up dust themselves off and charge ahead there simply is no other option

it doesn't have to be left this way you holding on to her memory you torturing yourself because you can't pick up the phone to call her you want to apologize you want to tell her how you feel but there's a part of you that feels it's too late she's moved on and you've convinced yourself you don't deserve her after all you put her through you wonder why she would even forgive you the answer is this: because she loves you you IDIOT

many times i wanted to quit myself and give up not get out of bed not eat not leave the house and go to work but then he'd win by thinking he's broken me and i'll be damn if i let any man break me

   How will you come to me Lord? How will I know you? How will I recognize you? I know you will come for me. You will slip into my being , perhaps in the middle of the night while I sleep. Maybe you will come to me when I’m not looking for you, when I’m distracted, staring into an oncoming storm fearing my immortality. Or maybe you will come to me in the midst of a lie that pours out of my mouth effortlessly. You will let me know you are listening as I listen to myself say something that is not true as easily as if I were giving the time of day. I tell myself that lies are insignificant that they don’t matter. How do I know what matters? What is insignificant? What if I’m being tested? Observed? Did you know I put my conscience to sleep years ago? Or maybe that’s how you will come to me. You will awaken my conscience like a sleeping dragon one day when I’m weakened by disease or fear or loneliness. And I will be forced to face the truth that I fear you, I fear truth. ...

her heart was badly marked with bruises and scars but she survived him wounded hearts are the toughest to heal but also make the most beautiful murals