This is not a sob story.

No.

This is a love story.

It’s a choosing to believe people when they say they love you story. Smiling back at the stranger who opens the door for you story. Spending your whole life with someone then learning to live without them story. Telling people how much it hurts because you love and miss that person who left your story. Sheltering in solitude and soothing your bruises story. Letting yourself love and be loved even though they could also leave your story. Loving people who never have to be anything more to you except an impactful encounter in your story. Watching the sunrise as you swim in the sea feeling so fucking alive and terrified story. Taking a chance and following your heart when it doesn’t logically make sense story. Showing your insecurities, doubts and pain without them smothering your story. Letting people love you in spite of your flaws, and maybe even because of them, story. Believing that there are brighter days with beautiful moments in the next chapter of your story. Knowing that you don’t have to change the world but you can change what you do and say in the world story. Constantly learning to live a life that’s true to you and your story. Feeling so fucking scared and alone but doing it anyway story. Knowing that it’s okay to not know the middle and end of your story. Believing that this story could be better than your imagined story.

Why don’t you live in today’s page of the story? And no, it’s never a sob story. It’s a love story so make sure you try love yourself while you are in your story.