You can’t stab me and expect me to say sorry for bleeding. I don’t want to apologize anymore for being angry.
I hope he holds your hand when you feel cold. Or when you are anxious. Or just simply hold your hand because he doesn’t want to let you go.
I will unlove you when my heart gets tired. When it no longer wants to do anything anymore. When it stops beating for you.
“It should only be fun and games.” I thought I was ready for that, but I have never been so wrong in my life.
This is for you, the one who loved him more than words could say. Who patiently waited for him. To come back. To change his mind. To choose you.
It takes real love and compassion to break their walls and penetrate the layers of their defense. It takes pure intentions and a kind heart to let them know that you’re not like the rest.