Rose Goodman

Trust issues do not have to begin with a boyfriend, no, sometimes they begin with the girl(s) who you thought would be stood beside you on your wedding day, whose faces are in every photograph and so many of your childhood memories.

It’s wondering what in the hell is wrong with you, why you always fall for guys who don’t have room for you, for something real or serious.

I am only human- someone who has been ridiculed for too much of my life, who has loved fiercely, chased my dreams recklessly and failed more than I care to admit.

Love with a best friend is like falling in love with yourself.

Love is meant to be the one thing which makes this world seem less scary and you less small.

Because there is nothing romantic about living your life away from the one person who makes it worthwhile.

I want to feel the moment our souls collide just as our bodies do, I want to experience our love in a way that cannot be spoken nor written nor sung, a way that can only be shown.

Loving an insecure woman quite simply means having a heart and learning to see the world through her eyes.

I want that small pleasure at a simple life with you because my love, no day is ordinary with you, no day will need anything other than your existence, your smile, your gentle touch.

Love me, sweet boy, because I am trying.

You lie there in the dark with him beside you, tears rolling down your face as you hold yourself and you scrunch your eyes up real tight and imagine a future without him.

I’m learning to love myself so that when you hold my face between your hands and whisper that you love me, I believe it.