twenty three years young. like what you like. hate what you hate. don't change for others. live. love. laugh. most of all, make an impression and be unforgettable.
I knew I was in love when his voice was the only one I wanted to hear before I fell asleep and when I woke up at 3 am turning over to crawl into his arms.
It’s funny how he always came back into my life. No matter how far away I traveled, how long I stayed silent or how many times I told him I hated him. He always came back to break my heart. It wasn’t until three years of misery that I decided enough was enough. His voice wasn’t the one I wanted to hear before I went to sleep. His happiness no longer seemed to be the most important thing to me. Seeing his name on my phone didn’t send my heart soaring. It became a chore; a draining, exhausting, and unnecessary chore to have him around. It’s funny how he always came back into my life and I always opened him with open arms. He never wanted to stay, always walking out when he wanted and coming back, knowing I’d have nothing but love waiting when he arrived. But now, I don’t even open the door when he knocks. I told him to stay away and for the first, I meant it. Not only that, but for the first time, I was happy and it wasn’t based on him.
I love you. In the morning, in the night, at 2 am when you’re snoring, at 7 am when you’re sleepily getting out of bed, at 8 pm when you open a beer, at 10 pm when you sit in your boxers on the couch, at 12 pm when you’re hungry and need to eat lunch, at 2 pm when you’re on the phone with your boss, at 10 am when you’re running around at work, when you give me a high five, when you kiss my neck, when you eat your favorite cookies, when you order appetizers knowing you won’t eat your full dinner after, when you pick the pandora station, when you kiss my forehead, when you wake me up at 5 am to cuddle, when you make me dinner, when you tell me to stop whining, when you let me be angry, when you massage my back, when you talk about your family, when you brush the hair out of my eyes, when you get ready for work, when you smile, when you call me beautiful. I love you in a million ways, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
I’m not one for feelings or emotions. Of course I have them but I always felt that expressing them was a sign of weakness, especially any negative ones. All I’m trying to say is that yeah, waking up to my dog at my parents’ house is comforting, but I’d rather be waking up next to you in my little apartment, knowing I’m about to shower and you’ll make the coffee and I’ll get a kiss before I go to work. I guess all I’m trying to say is that I think my twin size bed at my parents’ doesn’t feel as much like home anymore as your arms do when I’m in them.
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don’t know what grey is. I never did.
stop romanticizing the idea of becoming so dependent on another human being that you cannot function adequately without their presence goodbye
This my life
He may have had a typo but it still made me smile
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