This is the cheesiest shit i've ever written, but just saw a video where this girl said that the first time she met her husband she thought... "there is the rest of my life standing right in front of me." That's exactly how i feel about you.

Let's not waste any more time. I want to experience life with you.

If we could just say something other than "Hi, how are you," I think we could really hit it off.

you're still the only thing that's ever felt like poetry.

Ive loved you for so long. I messed up. I wish I could reverse time and make things right

I never thought I could say this but you're such a sweet memory. I will always appreciate these small happy moments, even though they mean absolutely nothing.

If a boy makes you feel crazy, he is not the one for you. If a boy makes you cry, he is not the boy for you. If a boy leaves you wondering, he is not the boy for you.

He wants you to shoulder the pain of witnessing his vulnerability. Not only does this make him a coward, it makes him a loser.


Him: my heart feels weird

Me: what?

Him: feel it *takes my hand and puts it over his heart*

Me: it’s beating really hard are you okay?

Him: it’s fine, I think I finally know the reason why it’s felt so weird lately

I don’t know what just happened but now my heart is starting to feel weird too

Last night I felt you staring at me when you thought I wouldn't notice. I looked over a few moments later to see you smiling with a funny lil look on your face. When I asked what you were looking at, you just grinned and shook your head at me.

I wish you could look at me that way forever.

one.

the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting.

i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you.


two.

we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring.

you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed.

but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second.


i was too busy staring at you.


three.

we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never join.

your voice broke my thoughts. 'isn't it amazing how humans can link one piece of land to another with bridges like this one?'

i could only nod and wish someone would invent bridges to link people.

bridges that no one would ever knock down.


four.

'love is a lie,' you told me. it was winter, snow falling around us, and i reached for your hand in the cold only for you to pull away.

'love is a lie,' you repeated, 'just like everything else.'

but then, who's the liar?


five.

i was on your couch, half-asleep and saying nonsense things about the weather and how flowers are lonely and didn't that tree's leaves look reddish-purple? 

and you put your arm around me, and the sound of your breathing drowned out the television, and


six.

you were smiling.


seven.

i wrote my name on your wrist.

when you asked why, i just said, 'so you won't forget me.'

but it faded, of course, just like i will.


eight.

'you're beautiful,' you said, kissing the spaces between my fingers.

that's when i found out who the liar was.

you, you,


you.


nine.

you were gone for the weekend, visiting family members. i was on my bed, hopes and phone in hand.

'do you miss me?' i asked.

i won't try to say how much it hurt when you said 'no'.


ten.

i had a dream of you driving away in autumn wind, waving goodbye, and i could do nothing but stare and think this can't be happening.

and i woke up to find you gone. the only reminders i have of your existence are these photographs and a post-it note.

'goodbye' is all it says.


goodbye.