Good Days.

You are my good days. You are my bad days. You are the reason I wake up in the morning and start each day. You are the reason I go to bed feeling safe and wake up feeling loved. You are all mine. Or so I thought.

I can't tell you that I exactly believe in right person, wrong time, because if it is the right person then why wouldn't it work? Did we not try hard enough? On the other hand, I believe that if something is meant to happen then it will. I have to believe that. But what am I supposed to do right now? How do I keep myself mentally and physically occupied enough to distract myself? How do I let go, but also leave room to hold on at the same time? What am I supposed to do with all of these memories? How do I make my own good days...

I don't have the answers now, but I hope I will soon. For now, I am going to listen to Good Days by Sza on repeat. I do not think there is any way that is the right way to love, and I am not entirely sure if I believe in true love. I think you can fall in love over and over again, but then again, what happens when you meet that one true love and it doesn't work? Where do you go from there?