Elizabe✝h
Hi there.

I'm Elizabeth and I
like to write.
I wish I knew
where I was going
Humm

There are certain truths that I live by
One. I am Eilzabethbutwhatsinaname
Two. I seek happinessbutwhatshappinesswithoutsadness
Three. I pursue self-actualizationbutwhatifidontlikewhatifind
Four. I happily owe everything to Jesus Christ, my saviour and my God. I live for You alone.

I like Toronto. I live here.
It's kind of small compared to other cities, I think. Not quite as developed. The subway coverage really sucks.
But I like Toronto. It's urban and vibrant and so diverse. I want to explore it all!

Jane Eyre
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Holes
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things
Le petit prince
The English Patient
The Great Gatsby


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There was a whole part of my life where I insisted on clinging to my past and insisting to myself that what was true then was still true now. 

I missed what was, and I wished I was back. 

However, I realized this:

It may have been true that I had loved them back them; however, I realized that I loved neither the people anymore. 

How could I? People change. 

I simply did not know them anymore. 

Yet, what I felt was strong, the pull was strong. And I knew then, 

what I was feeling was an extreme infatuation with the memory that I had of those people - not, in fact, them. I did not love them. That memory did not exist in real life anymore. It was no longer true. 

I think it is important to let go of the past.

Stop clinging to what was, because now it is not. 

Your memories of whoever or whatever is just that. It is just a memory. 

People change.

People change. 

You no longer know them. 

I was obsessed. 

Yet I knew myself well enough to know that. 

I loved a memory and nothing more.