Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
“It’s gonna hurt. Fuck, it’s gonna hurt like hell. When you give everything you have to someone, and it’s still not enough, it’s going to rip you apart inside. Then it’ll slowly start to get better. You’ll think about things other than them. You’ll find ways to occupy your mind. Some days you’ll still wake up wanting to call them just to say good morning. You’ll still spend some days crying and listening to sad songs that remind you of them. You’ll fall asleep crying because it doesn’t feel right without them there. That’s okay. It’s okay that it hurts. But it’s okay for it to get better, too. It’s okay to let yourself heal. It’s okay to go get drunk in hopes that you’ll get them off your mind, but it’s okay to dance around your room in your underwear because you feel actually happy, too. Life isn’t going to stop. I know right now it feels like the world has stopped turning, but it hasn’t. You’ll make new friends and meet new people. Eventually, you’ll stop thinking about them altogether. And you might remember them forever. They might have a small part of you forever. But you’ll change. You’ll grow. And one day you might even wonder why you loved them, because you recognize that you didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. It’s okay to be okay.”—(via nikkitcasooa)