You know what? I've had it.
I appreciate waiting, I don't believe in shallow relationships or kissing a dude you just met. I'm patient, I want it to be right, with someone who loves me and I love.
But dammit, you start to want it. Want a guy to casually kiss you, to whisper in your ear, I never know what they're whispering. Want a first kiss, a pair of eyes on you shining...
But I know me.
I'll just keep waiting
He left me for a girl much more beautiful, and successful than me. He told me he loved me a day before this happened.
I blocked him from pretty much everything. I was absolutely freaking done with life, heartbroken wouldn't even describe it.
A few weeks later, I met a man who I really liked. He was kind, funny, and made me feel like I was on top of the world.
Five months later, and he still sends me flowers at work.
He's a 27 year old pharmacist. I mentioned I wanted to visit Hawaii before I die, and he showed me the booked tickets for next summer. Sweetest man I've ever known.
Then I went to check my instagram today for the first time in months, and the original guy had messaged me...saying he's sorry, that he needed me this whole time and never knew it.
I told him thank you, not for his apology, but because if he hadn't broken my heart that day...I would never be with the man I love now.
Sometimes really awful things have to happen to your heart before something beautiful comes along to restore it. I'm living proof, and I've never felt so lucky.
I really do love this site, I love reading everyone's posts whether they're filled with joy and positivity, or with anger and frustration. I love reading all about first love stories, first kisses, and first times. I even love reading about break ups, and how things could've been better or why they didn't work out. My mother is a writer and she said something that struck a chord with me one night. " If you read something out loud it becomes real." For those of us on this site, who haven't found love yet and who are still single, still trying to figure ourselves out. I hope one day our own love lives will become a reality, and to the rest of you writing your stories on this site, I encourage you to never by any means stop writing. Because who knows, you may have made someone's day just by reading your story. :)
Sincerely a Junior in college.
I feel like we're two complementary halves of a whole, created by some higher power and separated by an ocean as a test to our ability to find each other.
I hope we've passed. I can't wait to see you.
Love is noticing the little things, like the way they fidget with their jewelry or bite their lip.
Love is noticing the subtle things, like the change in their demeanor or the absence of laughter.
Love is wanting to ease their troubles and make them smile.
Love is paying attention and giving affection and giving them a safe place to talk.
Love isn't necessarily romantic love.
But it is love nonetheless.
When we met freshman year and the teacher asked if that was your real name and you just smirked and said yes and tilted your chair back on two legs and I stared at you and you winked...
I never thought I'd fall this far.
We're seniors now and you're my best friend and you sit on my back porch and smoke cigarettes when you're mad and curse and stomp and rattle the swing. We talk about religion and the future and about getting out of this town and never looking back. We talk about people we know and things that happened and how stupid the people at my job are. We talk about how scared we are.
We talk a lot about how we feel, but I've never told you. I've never told you how much I love your green eyes and your blond hair that shines in the setting sun and is soft beneath my fingers when you fall asleep in my lap in front of the TV. I've never told you how mad I get when my dog crawls in your lap rather than mine. I've never told you how beautiful you look when we lay in the grass in my backyard at night and you raise your hands to frame the stars.
I don't tell you about the letters in my desk drawer. I don't tell you about the pens I've wasted and the pages I've defaced with your name and your laugh and your smile. I live in fear of you finding them.
I love you, Ace. I love the way you dance through the willows by the river in the summer, the only time I've ever seen you so carefree. I remember once I brought the girl I was seeing with us and you didn't dance and everything felt so wrong and that's when I realized. I love the way you got so mad when Pokemon Go came out and I picked Mystic over Valor just to piss you off. I love the way you can't cook and I love you for teaching me how to whistle and I love you for holding my hand in the haunted corn maze. I think about that more than I should.
We graduate in a few weeks. You'll sit eight rows behind me and make faces at the back of my head and laugh when I turn around and you won't know. We'll take pictures together and I'll feel the warmth of your arm around my torso through the graduation gown and you won't know. We're planning parties with our parents and your grandma will come to both of them and pinch your cheek and you'll roll your eyes at me and you won't know. After your party we're gonna steal beer from your dad and camp by the river in the bed of my truck and we'll tell so many stories and you won't know.
Maybe you'll leave without knowing.
Maybe one day this summer I'll kiss you by the river, and maybe you'll slap me.
Maybe I'll tell you before you leave for New York and never think about me or the willows or this town ever again.
Maybe you'll never know.
But I had to write it down somewhere people will see, where someone other than me will remember. I had to put it somewhere I could find and see forever.
I love you.
To the most frustratingly stubborn, infuriatingly argumentative, powerfully charming, painfully smart, devastatingly beautiful, extraordinarily caring, hilariously witty, undyingly supportive & strong-willed woman that I have ever known-
I'm glad you're mine.
For the first time in my life, I told somebody (my boyfriend) that I started to cut myself again, and I had to tell him because he saw my arms and tights, at the begging I said that I fell in my backyard, but he didn't believed me, so I had to tell him the truth.
He cried and told me that he loves me more than anything.
He kissed my cuts and scars.
He looked so sad by this, my heart broke just a little bit by seeing him like that.
I'm never hurting myself again, not because of him, but because I realize that I am important and that people care about me even though I feel like a nobody.
- I am somebody.
- I am loved.
- I am important.
I have to repeat this three things every time I feel like hurting myself.