You use to step carefully in the early mornings before you went to work. You didn't know, but I always woke up when you got out of bed. I could hear you carefully try to step in the non creaking spots, and when you did I heard you say "No" very quietly. Thank you for doing that.
Thank you for doing all the little things that normal humans don't do for each other. Thank you for buying flowers every week for my vase I made. Thank you for leaving me exactly $3.50 for my breakfast.
Thank you for kissing my temples before we went to sleep and thank you for holding my hand through all the movies you knew I was terrified of.
I miss you, but all I can say now is thank you.
It's like when ours eyes meet, time literally stops.
Well, for me at least. I don't know about you or anyone else in the universe. It must not for everyone else, because I suddenly trip over myself and stop breathing for a moment.
My friends say I'm clumsy, I say I'm just easily distracted. But in all honesty I'm just distracted by you.
You notice the smallest things and remember the smallest details and I am in love with that.
One day, you'll find your person.
Your person will be the one that you risk everything for. They'll make you feel like every moment is precious. Like time could stop forever, and with them, life would be breathtaking. They won't be perfect and you'll notice everything about them. Their smile. Their laugh. The way they look at you from the corner of their eye. The way their clothes fit. The way they talk, the things they say.
And when you find them, when you realize that they're your person, they'll be the luckiest person alive. Because they'll have you.
so I realized the other day that i'm creeped out by the thought of being in a relationship; I guess the commitment and intimacy scares me. but then I realized how I'll know when I've found the one. well, somehow he'll figure this out about me and he'll take me on dates without letting me realize they're dates and do things for me without me realizing that its out of love until one day he says that i'm his girlfriend and, after I deny it, he leans up real close to my face, looking straight into my eyes, and whispers to me, "we're in a relationship...and I know that scares you, but we're in this together whether you like it or not, goddammit," and then kisses me
"For what it's worth, I think you're incredibly handsome. (I hope you have a great week ahead of you!)"
What on earth possessed me to think it wa a good idea to send this?
Someone take the internet away from me. Oh god.
My feelings for you are so overwhelming, I actually cannot process them. I really can't say for sure whether I admire you, hate you, love you, like you, worship you, want to do what bunnies do with you, or simply want to be you. Logic, reason, and coherent thought have deserted me since I met you.
The thing about wishes is that once you find someone you want badly enough, you'll spend all of your wishes on them.
11:11, dandelions, eyelashes, everything and anything with wish potential suddenly turns into a chance to beg the mystical wish-granters to bestow another human unto you. And that's not fair, because in doing so, not only are you wasting your opportunity on someone human and uncontrollable, but you're turning them into an object–something that can be attained, something not-quite-human.
The thing is, it isn't just when we wish for a person that we're turning them into an object. For every single person in our lives, we create an alternate version of them in our heads, compiled of what we want them to be, what we think they are, or what we think they should be. And this is the reason this world is filled with so many failures when it comes to love: everyone in your life is not who you think they are, so when they do something that does not align with the person that resides in your head, it leads to confusion, disappointment, anger. Why aren't they acting the way they're supposed to? Because they are human, but in your head you make them something more than human because you want them to be the perfect version of them that exists in your mind.
So this is a warning to all of you out there because partaking in this practically unavoidable practice is dangerous (take it from someone who knows). In the words of John Green, it is "a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person." Try to recognize this each and every time you meet someone new, develop a crush on or a friendship with someone, or even fall in love someone.
Because if you don't, like me, you could lose someone you care about, and you might never be able to get them back.
-the skinny lover