Guys. I'm telling you everything will be okay.
It might take a while. You might have days where you feel like everything is hopeless and nights when you just cry and everything just hurts. But I'm telling you that you will be okay. There is always a little bit of hope and as cliché as it sounds, happiness can be found even in the darkness of times if one only remembers to turn on the lights.
I know autumn is a cold and lonely season for some but there's good things about it too. Treat yourself to some luxury hot chocolate. Have long showers. Have several. Curl up on your sofa with loads of blankets and re-read your favourite books. Get lost in your favourite worlds and dream.
And then one day, when you wake up you'll realise it's okay. It doesn't hurt as much and you will be fine.
I want to love. I love to love. Thus, pardon me for jumping at the opportunity to love. Between myself and every person, there is a contingency for love. Perhaps, even, I already love a stranger in some strange way; if love is possible, then love is!
I was talking to my grandma on the phone.
My phone buzzed. It's probably just an email, I thought.
It buzzed again. Wait, maybe it's...
And again. Oh man, he's totally messaging me right now.
A few more times. I was grinning ear to ear and my grandma let me go because she could tell I was getting distracted.
I looked at my phone and realized I had just been hitting my phone's lockscreen with my face.
I love her.
and she loves me too.
we haven't seen each other in months,
but i see her in other girls; her eyes, her smile, her voice
we havent talked in a while.
but i hear her all the time
i messed things up for us a number of times,
but i want her, i've always wanted her
I love her
and i know she loves me too
It's the little things like eye contact and small smiles that keep me going. It's not often that something big happens, so I rely on those little moments that I can be proud of. I love when he looks at me from across the room and smiles, and sometimes that feel like a bigger achievement than anything else.
You know that feeling where someone is just so funny and kind and intelligent and interesting and beautiful that you just feel unworthy of their presence?
That's her. But, somehow, she makes me feel worthy of every second I spend with her.
In a way, I know that if you don't return my feelings for you, I can get over you like I got over all those other boys.
It's just, well - I don't want to.
I don’t want to be a hopeless romantic. To be in love with the idea of love when you yourself are not loved is not simply sad. It is intensely, devastatingly, unfortunately, persistently heart-breaking. I cannot stress this enough.
I love the first few stages of a crush where you get that jumpy feeling and you just want to be with them all of the damn time.
She was leaning on the edge of the table, laughing at something, and he, the boy she calls "baby," reached over and took a lock of it, that day-glo hair she has, let it run through his fingers, completely infatuated by the beauty of it, and the moment was so raw and serene and perfect-
It made my fingers ache.