You can’t sugar-coat anything in the game of love. You can’t sugar-coat apologies, or anger. Because summer is coming, and I’ve learned this all over the past year and few months. I’ve learned that you’re allowed to be in love, and you’re allowed to be angry, and you’re allowed to cry, and I learned that you’re allowed to end your stories without a conclusion. Because you’re allowed to do whatever makes your little damn heart happy.
When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.