Give me another chance to send those good morning texts. The ones filled with confessions of feeling and emotion. The kind of texts that can drop your heart to the floor and fill your stomach with butterflies.

Give me another chance to sweep you off your feet with the little things that make love worth it. Sweet romantic talks until night turns to day not even caring that we missed out on sleep. The simple questions about your day are what mean the most.

Give me the chance to love you like you said you loved me. The little gestures that you used are now clear to me. Let me know your flaws and insecurities, the ones you hid from me.

Give me another chance to get things right.  

The beginning of the end.

So, I am going to lay it all out for you. I am a nineteen year old college student and I was born with Spastic Cerebral Palsy. My condition is fairly unnoticeable until pointed out. Even my closest friends couldn’t help gazing at my balled up right hand when they first found out. 

It’s really sad when people find out because most of them look at me differently and that is mainly the reason why I am hesitant when meeting new faces. 

Assumptions are for the simple minded. When I hear people judge people on what they look like I go off. There isn’t anything that you can see on a person that can describe their personality. Get to know the person before you judge them. Chances are you will become best friends. 

-I love you guys <3

Letting go doesn’t mean giving up… it means moving on. It is one of the hardest things a person can do. Starting at birth, we grasp on to anything we can get our hands on, and hold on as if we will cease to exist when we let go. We feel that letting go is giving up, quitting, and that as we all know is cowardly. But as we grow older we are forced to change our way of thinking. We are forced to realize that letting go means accepting things that cannot be. It means maturing and moving on, no matter how hard you have to fight yourself to do so.
—  Unknown