I love her so much. No matter how long it's been or how far apart we are, we always find the time to catch up.
She's my best friend, and she's truly beautiful inside and out.
I am so grateful for everything she has done for me and most importantly, taught me. I don't love her in a way that's a romantic relationship but I love her as I consider her family.
Hey I genuinely want whatever is best for you. I really really really want that to be me, but I don't know. I really care about you, even if it seems like I don't. You are my ideal, an all around excellent person.
I hope you remember that it's okay to cry. Your tears fell so hard that day and you fought them back, but you didn't need to. You told me you were embarrassed to cry, but there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You were in pain. It's okay to cry when you're in pain.
Toss away that idea that crying isn't for men. You're allowed to cry. I wish you wouldn't, because it breaks my heart; I love you so much. I want to take away your pain so bad, but the most I can do for you is stand by your side and be there for you when you need me. Hopefully, one day, you will open up to me more. But for now, I am content to reassure you and comfort you in your time of distress.
Tomorrow will mark another semester of not talking to him :) love social anxiety it’s my favourite
Thinking of you. I’m smiling and my heart is doing that weird speeding up constricting feeling again. Who authorized this? I certainly didn’t. And yet I find myself looking forward to seeing you again anyways.
Is this love? I don’t know. Maybe the beginnings of it. All I know for sure is that I like your stupid pretty face and adorable personality. Kind of a lot.
I hope you don’t think that I haven’t reached out bc I don’t want to. I do. But it would be selfish to contact you now. I don’t want to hurt you or dredge up old feelings. So I send my love out into the universe and hope you hear it somehow.
there are two kinds of light
one is when you’re under limerence, an illusion of a bright light, like a moth attracted to the candlelight and ended up hurting itself.
and then there’s the other one
the light that is true;
pure and warm like the morning sunlight;
clear as the moonlight.
you were the second one.
What is the use of meeting someone if all you're going to be is be tortured by the memory of having met them and the connection you felt towards them.
They know you, where you live, but you know nothing about them and still they aren't making any action towards you even though you sense they felt the same connection as you did.
Then poof, nothing. What's the point? Like really.
Like who said I wanted someone to be dangled in my face? Who said I wanted fate to play games with my feelings when it has no intention of following through, giving me nothing but pain and frustration. No one asked me.
Isn't that an infringement on my free will