I love you when you’re at you’re best and I will still love you when you’re at you’re worst.
He was your first taste of love. He was the first chapter in your book. He was bitter and sweet. He was your first set of standards and expectations, even when they fell short.
When you were young, love was inherent and infinite.
Since it is our first time falling in love, we do not know exactly what we want, what to expect and what to hope for in a relationship.
If I could freeze frame what happiness looks and feels like, it would be March 17, 2014.
We tend to search for “the one,” too early in our lives while “the one” really should be the person staring back at you in the mirror.
Sometimes it is hard to admit that we begin to fall victim to fantasies, especially when it comes to relationships.
We love beyond our own boundaries. We love with a love so blinding and so heady, we easily succumb to the power of it.
I used to fall for the boys with lifted trucks because it made me feel something, it made me feel alive in a town that was so dead.
We were going so fast,
it was almost as if we were still.
Which made me think of us, the rush
of our love and becoming.