Friday, August 26

I don't wanna close my eyes

That look in your eyes leaves me breathless. The one where I can tell you're thinking about what we used to be and the fun we used to have together. It makes me start to smile. And then my mind fast-forwards to the ending of our relationship. How you screwed all those other girls and brushed off my tearful phone calls, telling me I was just too pathetic. And then... Then, I hate you.
*mine*

When I decided to be with you, I made a choice. And I keep making that choice every day.

She said, "I still love you even though you hurt and betrayed me. But if love were enough, you'd still be here with me."

I look at you, and suddenly I believe in the magic of romance. The kind of magic where one person's smile will set a spark off in your heart. You make every worry disappear. I feel like when people look at us together, they can believe in that magic too. They can see the way we tease each other, the way we're not all over each other, and the way we're just hanging out and yet still see that we're crazy about each other. We're different, sure, but we're just as in love as everyone else.
*mine*

Have some fire. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature. Be better than anyone here, and don't give a damn what anyone thinks. There are no teams here, no buddies. You're on your own. Be on your own. 

My world crumbles when you're not here.
*my boy*

I've always had a really strong feeling that out there somewhere is someone who would not just put up with my personality, but would actively like it. He would encourage me. He'd be somebody who doesn't enjoy the neutral beige of my mother's decorating. He'd be somebody who likes neon plaid. Polka dots. Pink with red. I knew it would be a long wait, but that's okay. I'm a patient girl.

You've given me a reason to live. Like, I can't even explain it. I always thought you fell in love with somebody once and went from there, but every time we talk, every time I see you, every time I fucking think about you, I fall in love with you all over again. I love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
*my boy*

It's always been you over him, ever since I talked to you for the first time. I knew you were different.

"He wasn't a fling. He wasn't revenge. I fell in love with him. That doesn't go away because I decided to stay with you."
*mine*

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