“At the end of the day, you either focus on what separates you… or what holds you together.”-The O.C.
The one that loves you lately?
It’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It’s crazy when you want to let go, you keep holding on, but when you want to move on but you’re stuck right where you started. And it’s weird how feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want, and how you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start.
Love - It’s when you feel safe, just being in the person’s arms and that feeling you get when you kiss them. It’s after you’ve had a bad day, and that person is the first person you want to talk to, and when you have good news, they’re the first person you want to tell. It’s thinking about them just when you wake up, and when you go to bed at night, they’re the last thing on your mind. It’s when time seems to fly by too quickly when you’re together and you never want to go. It’s when no one else can hurt you more, but no one else can make you happier at the same time.
Do you remember what I was when we first met? I'd built walls around my heart, gated them, and thrown away the key. I had been hurt, I told you from the beginning. I'd been used, tricked, played with, but most of all, hurt. I thought it best to never fall in love again. So I locked my heart.
“You know what I love most about us? I love how comfortable we are with each other. I love how we endlessly make fun of each other, but never take the teasing to heart. I absolutely adore how when I turn away from you when we’re fighting, you try to stay mad, then run after me. I love the look in your eyes when we kiss or how you stay up to watch me sleep. I love how I can call you anytime when I need someone and somehow you never cease to make me laugh. I love how you need me as much as i need you. And most of all, I love how you love me.”
“Ultimately, I’m looking for someone I can talk to about anything and everything, who I don’t have to filter myself around, someone I can cry in front of or tell my biggest fears or most embarrassing secrets, someone who I know isn’t judging me, and who, in return, will open up to me. There’s plenty that goes on in my head that I don’t share with even my closest friends; as revealing as I may be about my sex life, I’m actually fairly private about quite a bit. It’s rare to find someone I can truly let go with, but that’s what I want in the future: someone who lets me be me.”
“It’s not about being who someone else wants you to be. It’s about being completely yourself and finding someone who loves each and every bit of it. Someone who loves your laugh and your smile and the sound of your voice and the things you say. Someone who loves you even when you’re in a bad mood or when your face is red and puffy with tears.”
“If you ask why I’m not interested in someone, I might say their nose is too big, or they don’t know how to dress, or they’re too thin or too fat or too plain. But the truth is, I only notice those things because of the real reason— that I’m just not feeling anything. But people don’t want to hear that. They always want an explanation. So I have to come up with something concrete even though feelings aren’t like that. If I did meet a guy and I felt happy with him for whatever reason, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass what he wore or how tall he was or what he did for a living. But when I’m with someone and it just doesn’t feel right, that’s when I start noticing the bad haircut or Chicago accent or unibrow. And it’s true that tomorrow I may go home with someone who you think is totally wrong for me. And the next day I might meet a perfectly nice guy who you think I should feel excited about, but I don’t. But if I do go home with someone, it means for a change, something feels right. For a change, I’m feeling hopeful. I just want to feel happy when I’m with someone.”
I’ll always remember that night that you looked into my eyes.
“I don’t want to go out there and meet new people. I don’t want to. I’m tired of it. I’m tired and I’m scared. I already got my heart broken one too many times. I’m not ready to hand it out again. I guess what I’m afraid of is that I’ll find someone new, and fall in love with them, and then get hurt again. I don’t want to go through that. I really don’t. I mean, I do want someone to love and to be by my side, but I’m just afraid of falling in love again. I’m a walking contradiction: I want to fall in love, but at the same time, I don’t want to experience the hurt and pain that is associated with it.”