I believe in turning the page.
I believe in the power of a pause.
And the surrender of a flow.
I believe there is wisdom in stepping back to move forward.

I believe words matter.
I believe you can erase the messages, but the indentations remain.
I believe ghosts serve their time haunted by their silence.
I believe silence speaks louder than words, and actions speak louder than promises.

I believe the idea of someone is a hopeful illusion.
I believe you can miss the illusion but not the reality.
I believe if I am too much, then you’re not enough.
I believe in the sound of me walking away.

I believe in next chapters.
Empty pages are waiting to be written.
We don’t always have control over the edit.
Character development is up to us.

I believe in second chances.
I believe forgiveness is not always the answer.
But moving on without holding on is.
I believe irrelevance should be applied more often.

I believe in stories that end before they are finished.
I believe in what ifs and could’ve beens that inhabit nightly dreams.
I believe a lost dream can become a new story.

I believe we are all a little bit broken.
We come undone, and we piece it back together.
Some fragments get lost in the wreckage.
Some never fit like they once did.

I believe that what breaks us, frees us.
To close the book.