The chances of two people meeting each other at all are tiny, and yet I met you, and even that, even if it’s just that, is magical.
I wish I knew if you felt that spark, that connection we shared from the beginning. I don't know if my emotions are deceiving me; maybe it's just all in my head. It's so hard to ignore it. As time goes on, I can feel it fading away sometimes. We're both not ready for a relationship but maybe one day when we both are, maybe we could try to be together.
A part of me wants you to be the one I share a life with. The one I could depend on. Can you see a life with me?
Some days we talk so much, texting constantly back and forth, and then other days not at all when one of us is busy. Do you think about me even on the days when we're not talking? Then maybe that shows that the connection we have is real and it's not all in my head.
Sigh, maybe I should just confess but I'm not sure if it's even worth it if we can't even start a relationship together right now...
Sometimes it’s the “almost relationships” that break you more than anything else. Sometimes it’s the stories that are abandoned mid-sentence that are the toughest to let go of.
If you were a flower
You’d be covered in thorns
Spines don’t lessen your beauty
But exist so to warn
That you’re best left admired
And you’d be painful to touch
You wish to stay wild
So I’ll leave you as such
I actively seek out the burnt piece of popcorn and will dump the bag of perfectly cooked popcorn to find it. A very accurate depiction of my selection process when it comes to men.
It would've been good for me to have had someone like you to hang around with. I probably could've learned a lot from someone like you. Sometimes I wonder why I had to be so stubborn and closed-off. I don't know where that comes from.
One day we'll wake up and brush our teeth and go to work and at some point, we'll suddenly realize we hadn't thought about it at all
I like you so, so much that I’m avoiding you. Merely seeing you, seeing your smile, seeing your effortless, indescribable beauty brings me complete, inexplicable joy - but it also hurts because it will never be more than this. I have to protect my battered heart.