I don’t think there’s a single phrase that annoys me more when it comes to matters of the heart than, “Don’t try too hard.”
Relationships are work.
Love takes effort.
The ones who don’t try hard enough are usually the ones that don’t last.
It’s a kind theory that love will always be simple — that when two people want each other, they both do whatever they can to make it happen — but it’s not always the case.
People get afraid, nervous, and hurt — afraid of experiencing something new; nervous about the fear of rejection; hurt from past experiences. People put up walls, and oftentimes it takes more than one knock for the other person to lower them for you.
I believe in true love, and I’m not afraid to say that. I don’t believe in “The One and Only,” but I do believe in a love so deep that it surrounds and comforts you.
I also don’t believe in apologizing for how you feel about someone. You can later regret feeling a certain way about them, but you should never feel sorry or afraid of how you feel about someone else.
Feelings are involuntary. Sometimes you fall for certain people even when you think you shouldn’t, for one reason or another. If you can’t help how you feel about someone, there should be no reason to apologize for it.
I don’t know what every girl in the world’s internal make-up is, and even then I don’t think I (or any guy) would ever truly be able to gauge a woman’s true emotions.
I don’t know every girl’s backstory. I don’t know how every life event has shaped her into the woman she’s become or how she feels about each event.
What I know is how I feel about someone, and how I want to treat her.
She won’t be the only girl in the world that can love me as much as I love her, but she will be the only girl in my world, and that’s good enough.
She will be someone who brings a smile to my face every time she crosses my mind, and whose presence makes my heart pound, chest heavy, and blood rush.
She will be someone who appreciates that I want to pick her up for a date because I think it’s the right thing to do; not someone who thinks it’s a way for me to find out where she lives so I can stalk her.
She will be someone who recognizes that taking her to meet the family is not my way of saying, “We’re getting married soon,” so much as it says, “You mean enough to me that I want the closest people in my life to meet you.”
She will be someone who thinks it’s sweet when I remember a seemingly insignificant fact about her and use it in a surprise for her; not someone who thinks I’m being a creep for keeping something so insignificant in my mind for so long.
She will be someone who understands that remembering little things means I listen when she’s talking. To her, the little things will be the big things.
Most importantly, she will be someone who isn’t afraid of how strongly I feel about her.