I love you, but I can't be in love with you anymore. I spent three years falling for you, and now I realize that you'll never love me in that way. It's okay. We weren't meant to happen.

My ear buds, and heartstrings have never been more tangled up since meeting you.

when u feel lonely but then see your cat and he loves u and u love him and u spiral up into this explosion of love and fluff and cuddles

You're just a perfect person, your heart is huge and you care so deeply for everyone you let into your life with such gentle kindness. You radiate this genuine warmth and I get lost in it. Even when you're screwing around and messing with me, I feel so much love from you I could drown in it. Your smile sends my heart racing and I laugh the most when we're together; you just understand me better than I understand myself. I would trust you with my life and believe wholeheartedly that you'd never try to hurt me and have my best interests at heart.

I never question if you love me...everything you say and do, every word and action just pulls me deeper and deeper in love with you, you make me feel endlessly valuable and wanted. I am in love with absolutely everything you are and do. You are a gift of a person that I am lucky enough to call my own. You are my best friend and I never stop having fun when we're together. I love you with all my heart and the time I spend with you is never enough...hours pass in seconds. I want to keep you, would that be okay?

When I look at you I see a combination of every beautiful thing combined into a being. You are cosmic dust, so beautiful I can’t take my eyes off you. Each of your insecurities is my fantasy. The sound of your voice echoes through my soul sending static pulses through my veins. 

I love you. I do not mean I love you is not just a synonym for I am addicted to your laughter (even though I am) but as a declaration of the strongest feeling one can have for another sentimental being. I am intoxicated by your smile, drunk off your love, I never want to let you go.

I’m in love with you, every part.

With love,


Every so often our paths cross, and it shakes my world. In those brief moments, when our eyes do meet, I feel a strong connection on so many levels. It's a feeling I have never felt before, and It makes me question the relationship I'm in now. Month's go by and those feelings subside. But then our paths cross once more, and there you are with those stupid eyes.

My phone autocorrects to your name and we don't even talk.

You're definitely super cute, but I don't know anything about you.

I wish we could bridge this gap somehow.

I'm depressed and i've been diagnosed with it since I was 14. I'm drunk right now and tht's the only way i've been surviving the past few weeks. This isn't a letter to anyone else but it's a letter to smyself.

I'm proud of myself for getting through endless nights of crying rivers.

I'm proud of myself for overcoming things that seemed too great to conquer.

There's more to life than sadness and I am certain of it.

This is also a letter to you.

Whatever you're going through, I know you'll make it. You are worth more than all the people and experiences that have broken your heart.

yesterday I stood on the beach, hair in stiff saltwater waves, my body speckled with clumps of damp sand, and struggled to win a battle between myself, an ice cream cone, and the brightest, warmest sunshine I've seen all summer.

you watched the spectacle quietly, and I didn't notice at first. the cone sprang at leak at the bottom as the top broke in two, and I accepted defeat. before too much of the ice cream could turn my palms sticky, I tossed the cone to a predatory-looking seagull and went about the business of attempting to clean myself up.

and it was in that hot, sticky, random moment that you decided to tell me that you love me for the first time. drops of chocolate on my bikini, makeup washed free from greasy sunblock and the ocean waves, your sunglasses pushed up over your head so I could look into your pretty blue eyes, the kindness in your smile so familiar and the hope so foreign yet so endearing, your red shirt soft where it was dry and cool where it was damp against my body when you pulled me in, a pinkish stripe of sunburn across your nose and cheeks, right there next to a round metal trashcan and a flock of seagulls fighting for a crushed ice cream, you told me you love me, and I keep playing it over and over in my head because I don't want to forget a single detail, not even the cloud of strangers passing on the boardwalk or the limitless blue sky, how beautiful the day was, how beautiful you are.

I hope I remember everything about this moment when I'm old. And I told you I love you too, because I do, beyond all measure, and when you kissed me, your lips tasted like salt.