I’m going to give the world to a man who refuses to take the good things in life for granted.
When I was with you, I forgot that love can feel easy. I forgot that love can be fun.
I’m already imagining how hard I am going to cringe in a few years when I remember how upset I let myself get over losing you. You are the romantic equivalent of my middle school fashion choices.
This guy is just going to turn into the ex you’re embarrassed you dated for as long as you did.
Her love is fierce.
I have walls, but I’ve built them for a reason. I’m waiting for the person who is worth taking them down for.
He’s the kind of person who holds the door open for you even if you’re a few paces behind.
These are the equations that are always running in your head. The gaps you need to fill and the amount of days or months or years it would take you to close them.
You’re cynical and you see what you want to see: that a woman who loves too much is one who loves only for her own gain.
She just wants to hear from the person she trusts the most that everything is going to be okay.