Don’t just tell me how you want to tie me up, tell me why you want to tie me down.
Hearts are so easily damaged and so hard to repair. That’s what you’re thinking anyways as you call someone to come to your house in the middle of the night to fill a hole someone else left.
My mind won’t stop. It’s reminding me that we’re in the same city again and all I want to do is be near you.
All you really deserve is the honesty it takes to move on from this.
Eventually I will let this go and move on. I will be able to get out of bed and face the universe without that dreadful feeling like it’s out to get me.
Society convinces us that being weak and expressing vulnerabilities is a bad thing. It’s really not.
I want to believe in love. I want to believe in forever people. I want to believe in the magic of it all.
I learned long ago that when you fall in love, you don’t just stop the moment they walk away.
While she can logically look and realize that there was always something off, emotionally she couldn’t not give you her heart.
They knew that when you take someone home you’re obviously not going to be alone. But as they both laid there, they had never felt more alone.