And now I’m sitting in your living room, thinking about the first time I walked through this door –and what it would be like to do all over again –same place, same people, same circumstances. I would still choose you.
You keep saving everyone but you.
I remember you kissing me in my living room while my mom was away.
I like you because you give justice to the words “Good Morning” with each waking day. A simple two-word greeting that puts a smile on my face which uncontrollably lasts for minutes, and sometimes, even hours.
Let us learn how to wear our hearts on our sleeve.
Rather than being a victim of the other’s behavior, you have taken emotional responsibility for yourself.
sometimes I book Airbnbs near you because I’m impulsive and make decisions at 2 am that aren’t well-thought-out.
I just can’t help but wonder, is happiness real or are we just telling ourselves it’s out there so we can have a little hope that there’s something better than this? Because when you’ve got hope, at least you’ve got something to believe in.
The problem with hearts like mine is that they’re always trying; against all odds, against all warnings, against all red flags, they’re always trying, they’re always beating, they’re always loving, they’re always falling and they’re always stubborn.
I fell in love with the idea of him, with his perceived potential.