I am as hopeless as a hopeless romantic gets. I’m a chaotic mess of anxiety and optimism.
You don’t know my name. But I know your heart. I know that it beats to offset my laughter.
Do not love me unless it’s true. So I will not stand for temporary, or moderately. I will wait until the earth shatters beneath me and it is love that is keeping me standing. There are rules to loving me.
So, like, why haven’t you texted me? Did your phone break? Oh that must be it. It’s probably sitting in rice right now and you were typing to me before you accidentally dropped it in water.
I’ve realized that I don’t need you to heal me.
We survive the most epic pain. We embrace it instead of ignoring it.
Regret is a funny thing. It sticks to us like honey, even after we’ve washed our hands of it.
We only stay in love with someone as long as we stay the person who loved them.
Love: I love how well you pair yourself with dinner. Hate: I hate how you make me eat a whole pizza at 3am.
You were never perfect and neither was I. But you at least reminded me that I didn’t have to be.