Something in me still thinks there might be magic between me and you, and that’s enough for me to send five letters, one message, this one night.
I’m waiting for someone who looks at me the way they look at something they find intriguing, interesting, and wonderful. I want someone to go the extra mile, not for attention, but simply because I want a love that calls for something like that. A relationship that consists of two people excited about life and excited about each other.
Perhaps out of desperation,
because this hurts and
all I want it to do
is anything but hurt.
You deserve to heal and keep living your life, because you will do some pretty amazing things with it. Yet for a little while, it’s okay to just examine the wreckage.
Take time to let your heart get used to a life without someone living in it, and let it become something beautiful all on its own.
Your eyes are mystery,
your eyes are
“come closer and see what you can make of me.”
We forget that honesty may hurt, yes, but it also eases the pain long term. Honesty can sometimes feel like a slap in the face, but once the sting wears off, you manage to forget.
I can’t honestly tell you that tomorrow will be so much better. I can’t say that it won’t take a long time to heal.
You appear confident and mysterious. Because yes, black gives off the vibe that you aren’t to be messed with.
Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Come on, do it. Take yourself in because my god there is no one else in the world quite like you.