Your love speaks greater than your words and isn’t even as half as equal as your actions. I know I am the least bit appreciative, but from the bottom of me, thank you, every single time.
i always think of how we came to be, of when you felt something more than what we had, or of how i came to notice.
the answer was just lying at some other side of my brain, simple and with more emphasis than all other words: NO.
boy falls in love with girl. (pause)
i wondered with the mechanics of falling in love with you. when could i fall? why? how? as i got inside your car, i had the same quiet questions for you too.
but unlike the two parallel lines that never met earlier in the story, we did. and weeks after that, i found my answer.
one night, i was some girl seeking validation from her best guy friend and right then and there being handed down her worth. you were straightforward and i liked that about you. i liked the fact that after all these time, pretensions and sugarcoats aside, i could be somebody to someone else. i was, and i stress on the belief that i still am, not just any girl to you. i was the each to your other. i couldn’t stress how table turning that night was to the friendship.
tables were totally flipped around when you ended the other side of your heart.
it wasn’t the sweetest meet-up ever. you were breaking your heart for her while i was always at peace and finally healed over months of breaking and wasting mine for somebody else. we munched over value meals. you held back tears over the comfort of your strawberry blue bell as i sat across and admired that show of vulnerability from you. this was the first time i hated you. but then, the believer in me aside, i chose to understand.
we’ve spent almost all our everydays together since then, i took you to my world were appetites were bigger than passions. you took me to your own childhood innocence and love over vintage.
as we spent days, songs, polarioids and a carbonara together, confusions were trivial and more questions arose. but putting it all in the pretense of friendship, i stopped myself from the whys. “all for friendship”, i said to myself. again.
our love story is not some grand fireworks display.
it is centered on our everydays, on all the little things: the happy beginnings, tragic middles and fulfilling endings. it is about seeing love in its fullest bloom. it is about getting you your favorite ice cream after a hard day’s work, or your favorite chickenjoy along a fight. it is about sitting here at the edge of your bed, waiting for the hour when you’d hug me and say “it’s okay”, it is about choosing to stay despite all the reasons to go. it is about running after you no matter how much it destroys me.
it is about you having to stay up despite your numerous pleads of “let me sleep”.
if one day you’re faced with between leaving or staying, i hope that the love we have is enough for you to stay. and i hope against hope that you find it in your heart that I am enough.
our love story will not end where my words will. it is still starting its course. a year ago our orbits just never seemed to crash. but now, they’re on their full swing. here’s to our worlds together and to a million more beautiful struggles with you.
Because you deserve someone who is sweet and patient, who laughs at your jokes no matter how lame they are. You deserve someone who doesn’t belittle you, who lets you know when you’re wrong but tells you so kindly and not because they want to gloat. You deserve someone who sends you little jokes throughout the day because they think it’ll make you smile, and maybe even laugh. Because knowing that you’re smiling is enough to make them smile, too. You deserve someone who wants to spend time with you, who won’t hold themselves back, who takes the risk of letting you in because they think they have more to gain than they do to lose. You deserve all the cheesy little things if you want them: all the songs that make you think of them and the compliments that make you blush and the photos you have together with grins that stretch from ear to ear. You deserve someone to ask you how your day was, and who wants to hear about it and will let you complain about your boss for hours on end. You deserve the things that read like clichés, because even these were once rooted in truth.— "You Can’t Forget That You Deserve Kindness, Too" -Ella Ceron (via callherhollywood)
Let’s try to keep this simple because I hate having to write such long things about you. The thing with you is that you’re arrogant and ever since you’ve entered my life, it’s been chaotic like hell but you are also the best thing that’s ever happened to me. The way you try to act cool and pretend like you hate me, you’re my ‘once in a lifetime kinda love’ and I don’t know what I’d do without you.— Daily Relatable Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)
Im not that pretty.
Im not smart.
and Im sure there’s
tons of girls
but I like you
I just can’t
Preservative free since 1989.
Drown in happiness.