I could handle you not liking me if you just stuck around.

 

Please don't stop being my friend. I don't want to ever stop getting to know you.

You were the axis I spun upon. The blood in my veins was pumping to the beat of your heart, the air in my lungs being pushed by your breath.
Broken is an understatement; I am not broken, but rather nonexistent. I am a shell with no purpose, a case for a soul that is lost. And I still need you with every atom in my body.
But you're gone. You're gone and you aren't coming back and I can't begin to figure out how I will cope with that.

I'm falling in love with my best friend, and I don't think she knows it yet

i love the idea that people are attracted to each other.

like, even if we dig our heels into the ground, we'll still keep gravitating towards each other, because something just pulls us. we'll always end up in the same spot, becase we're meant to be there. we're being irresistibly drawn together, like magnets.  

that is such a beautiful way to look at it.

i am so attracted to you.

I hate when people try to put on age limit on love. Like, when they see twelve year olds saying they love each other and say "They're too young to be in love, they don't even know what love is."

Who are you to say that?

When I was 5 years old, I was in love. I loved a boy so much that I used my "special" stamps just to write a letter to him saying how much I loved him and put it in his backpack to see. When we had to leave for summer vacation, I cried all the time because I didn't want to be apart from him. I loved him.
When I was in junior high, I met this boy. And he was shy and sweet and adorable. I never told him how much I loved him, either, because I didn't want to change our friendship. And he moved away, and I haven't talked to him since. But I loved him.

People can't put an age limit on love and say that you can't know what love is when you are 5, or 12, or 16. I think you can feel love at any age. Yes, the love you feel at 50 years old is a different love than what you'd feel at 5. Because at 5, you only know 5 years worth, and at 50, you know 50 years worth. Your love when you're younger might not be as mature,

but does that make it any less real?

nataliefalling

I have trust issues. He knew about them.

I was the one who confessed first, however. I took a leap of faith, telling myself that if I fail I would lock myself away for a long time. I honestly thought it wouldn't lead anywhere.

He said he felt the same.

I asked him a little after we first started dating if he would have ever confessed his feelings to me.

He said he wouldn't. I didn't ask why.

I asked him today.

"I asked once if you were going to ever tell me about your feelings if I hadn't confessed to you first and you said you wouldn't have. Why is that?"

He responded with this.

"Because I need you to trust me. You had lost that ability, and I wanted you to be able to trust people again. If I had admitted my love first... You wouldn't have been able to make that leap, and be caught."

"That hit somewhere hard."

"The thing about love... is it's also about care. And I care for you. And I want you to be able to trust people again... So you can live a better life because of it."

 

 

Guys I love him. I love him so much.

I'm convinced this site is magical. 

How else can you leaving a note at my door that says "I like you too," be explained.

I posted a letter here and magic happened. 

I think the process of getting over you is a lot like when I stub my toe. First a sharp pain that seems to shoot through my whole being, followed by some cursing, pained expressions, and overall physical and emotional debilitation. Then, the pain spreads and dissipates, leaving a dull ghostly throbbing in its place. The sensation isn't so intense now but all my focus and energy is still on that toe and fervently hoping to forget I ever stubbed it and just go back to the way things were. Then eventually the hurt is manageable enough for me to walk again and I move on with my life.
I'm still waiting to be able to walk again.

You're one of the kind that everybody falls in love. You don't to have try, just do what you do. Don't have to tell me because I already know they all want you.

Maybe I actually needed you.

Maybe I needed you to adore me, to change your mind about me, to string me along, to play me, to challenge me, to leave me, to break me.

Maybe I needed you to be in my life, for that time, to make me stronger and better. I needed to be taught that lesson, so that I would never do that to someone else.

For that, I am learning to be thankful. And even more difficult than that, I am learning to forgive you.