Thank You For Being The Man Who Has Finally Shown Me What Love Is

Thank you for showing me what it is to be truly valued and cared for. Thank you for reminding me what it is to love purely and be loved in return.
Thank you for showing me what it is to be truly valued and cared for. Thank you for reminding me what it is to love purely and be loved in return.
The reasoning is this: I write about the people who break my heart. The fact that now you are the subject of my art means just that, you have succeeded in doing so.
I jiggle. I have stretch marks. I have rolls. I get upset after eating. I make myself to get rid of food. I have never once felt good after sitting down for a meal.
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 miss your embrace and how safe I’d feel in your arms, but then I remember how alone I’d feel the second I’d get home and you wouldn’t pick up the phone for another two days.
He is the boy who will forever be ingrained in your memory. The boy who you’ll think of when that song comes on shuffle. The boy you’ll find yourself thinking of at a concert because once, when things were good, he promised he’d take you to one.
You never gave me the chance to love you. To really love you. We were undefined, and it’s quite ridiculous that you strung me along for nearly a year.