you were made to be kissed, often and well.
It hurts until it doesn’t. You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.
You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.
Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via c-oquetry)