This Is Where It Ends

For the first few weeks after we came here, my father would tell me the same thing every night: You can’t always keep your loved ones with you. You can’t always settle your life in one place. The world was made to change. But as long as you cherish the memories and make new ones along on the way, no matter where you are, you’ll always be at home.

We’re lost between making a home and escaping one

It’s easier to know who I’m not than to know who I am. When everyone expects me to fail, it’s easier to give up than to try.

There is more to life than these walls

When we were together, she showed me what dancing felt like.

The only things that give us purpose are the stories that tie us together

That there are so many things I have to figure out. Who I was or who I can be. But that my heart is hers. And if she’ll accept me, it’s the best I can give us. We may not have forever.
But we still have tomorrow

You can’t always keep your loved ones with you. You can’t always settle your life in one place. The world was made to change. But as long as you cherish the memories and make new ones along on the way, no matter where you are, you’ll always be at home

No matter how far I push him away, he will pick me up again and piece me together

We just have to make it there, one day at a time