I’ve learned that if someone truly and deeply loves you, more than life itself, they will put in the utmost effort to make you happy, whether that be today or in the future. You won’t realize what they do on a regular basis is for your futures together, but you will realize it one day, whether it’s during a heated argument or when you’re just daydreaming and finally realize it. I consider myself lucky because I found, or was found by, someone who looks at my strengths and flaws and takes them in stride. They do not hold them against you, but they do tell them to you and say those flaws are something they hold dear to their heart, because they make you the very unique person you are, the person you love. It will never be easy, being in a relationship with someone you love very much and very deeply, and vice versa. Don’t jump to insensitive conclusions with the person you love, because it can hurt them severely, and that topic is meant for another day. I’ve grown better as a person because I have someone growing along with me. I see myself maturing and I’m excited to say I actually see a future for myself, succeeding and content with life. It will be difficult to find this person, but trust me, they will find you first. And it’ll be the best feeling ever.
Someone who makes your heart race. Someone who makes your breath quicken or just someone who takes it away completely. Someone who makes your palms sweat and your knees shake. Someone who makes you feel alive, for the first time in your entire life. Someone who makes you happy just to wake up in the morning, and someone who makes you fall asleep smiling at night. Someone who makes you a better human being. Someone who makes you want to heal and grow and progress and never let go. Someone who can make you laugh, no matter how miserable you are. Someone who can make you fall apart and crumble when they walk away, but at the same time this someone is the only person who can make you whole again. Someone who makes you fight harder than you ever have. Someone who knows every inch, crack, crevice and bruise on your whole entire body and soul. Someone who knows your thoughts before spoken and your despair before tears are shed. Someone who makes you feel like nothing else matters in the entire world other than the two of you being together, here and now. Someone who makes you feel at home and someone who makes you feel safe and protected in their arms. Someone who becomes your home and someone who becomes you, becomes your life and who becomes your heart. Someone who makes you feel beautiful and someone who makes you feel comfortable in your own skin. Someone who you will never give up on with out a blood shed battle, swollen eyes, and an injured heart that will never fully heal. Someone who makes you feel like you have finally found who you’re supposed to be, and someone who you will never be the same without. Someone like this, you should never ever let go of.
“There are people around us who always blame us for the things we don’t even do. They throw hurtful words towards us and talk behind our backs. They wont stop looking for our flaws and mistakes just to tell others were not worthy of any kindness and that we don’t deserve to have friends. They even calls us bitch, slut, fame whore. But you know what ? You just have to keep your shit together. Prove them wrong. Show them that they are not worthy even the littlest amount of attention from you. Back fighters are attention seekers. They seek attention because no one seems to notice them that’s why they keep on bashing and hating the people they don’t like for them to not feel so miserable. Not being notice is way too embarrassing that’s why they want people they hate to feel that embarrassment too. So if I were you, don’t mind those haters of yours. Just smile, keep your head held high and watch them go insane.”—just keep your shits together (xx)
You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her.
>That’s when you know he cares. He cares because he lost you over one stupid little thing. Not all guys are the same, some are douches & won’t give a single fuck if he just got dumped. But when a guy cries over you, over your relationship ending.. you have a keeper.. so don’t fuck it up even more. Take the opportunity & show him that you care too. It’s not always the guys who fucks up, it’s the girls also.
I know I shouldn’t have let you in. I am very much aware that you are nothing but trouble, that you are bound to break my heart in more ways than I can imagine. I know that one day, I’m going to regret letting you walk in to my life.
However, the moment you looked at me for the first time, I can’t help but fall. The moment you asked me what book I was reading that instant, I fell even more. Right there and then, we both launched into the conversation that started everything; the conversation that formed the word “US.”
We became each other’s special someone, each other’s true love. We laughed and cried and apologized and forgave and fought and made up. We both admitted those were all the best moments in our relationship, for we went through them together. During that time, I was happy. We are the best couple ever. We aren’t perfect but we are real.
However, somehow, I know that we are not going to last. That what we had back then is just temporary. Yes, we’d still grow old, but not together because we couldn’t last that long. And that fact has always tortured me long before it happened. And when it did, I felt like dying. It hurt a lot. There were even times when I think it couldn’t hurt any more than how I was feeling then only to find myself crying in silence because it did. F*ck, it did. But still, I can’t deny that they were the best six months of my life. My six months with you.
If only I could spend six more months, six more years, six more lifetimes, six more eternities with you, I would… But I can’t. Because we are not meant to be together until the end. We are only meant to be together for some time.
”—For the stranger I met on the train (via escafeism)
I want to dwell on this no more. I’m dead beat and very crushed. Every time I try, you overlook. Every time I’m in front of success, you don’t value. Every time I want to lean of your shoulders, you shower me all the shame. I mean, what else do I need to just prove that I’m laudable to be your daughter?