We had so much to say to each other, like we’d been quiet our whole lives until we met. It was as if I had underestimated how hungry I was for a companion, how much I needed to be understood, to be pursued, to be seen and to be reflected in someone’s eyes.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: love romance first-love companion understood pursued
I was girly and friendly and my family life was happy but many days I felt like I was on the inside what Chase was on the outside. I always believed I was a happy person with a sad soul. I felt like I had had tragedy in my life when I hadn’t. Somehow, without having experienced what he had, his scars resonated with me.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: pain love soul darkness tragedy sad scars happy-person sad-soul
Even though I always came back, he said he was always watching me leave.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: love relationships leaving long-distance-love leave returning coming-back
I remembered learning from my favorite professor at Belmont to “surround yourself with people who are better than you,” and I was now living that mantra.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: inspirational growing-up love learning self-esteem college personal-growth lessons good-people professor
He told me that when we first met, he had said to a friend about me: “If I get that girl’s number I will never ask another girl for her number again.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: love romance relationships dating flirting falling-in-love the-one great-love
I wrote. I wrote all the things I couldn’t say to him. I wrote about how much I believed in us. I wrote about how much I trusted God. I wrote that I was praying for him. I wrote down all the jokes I could remember, which weren’t many.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: writing god writer journal jokes journaling heartbroken
Each guy stamped the passport of my heart. “You’re worthy.” Stamp. “You’re enough.” “You have not failed completely.” Stamp, stamp.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: love lost self-esteem loss heart self-confidence enough worthy passport
I tucked the Camel coupon from his cigarette pack into my pocket. A souvenir of the moment where he said maybe. I would hold on to his maybe for as long as it would take, even forever.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: love cigarette first-love forever young-love maybe
If they were the jokes, I was the punch line.
Kimberly NovoselThe voice sang on, “I am ready, I am ready, I am fine. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.” I played it again. I was not fine.
Kimberly NovoselStichwörter: music lyrics heartbroken counting-crows
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