Let’s stop keeping a checklist of whether we’re ‘right’ for each other. Let’s stop listening to the cautionary voices of the world, saying that we’re young and dumb, that we’re silly and reckless. Let’s forget them and just love like crazy.
Knowing that you hadn’t changed your mind about me, I still persisted because a man would literally be dumb to give up on someone like you.
Obviously we all knew that Scorpios were going to come in as the most crazy exes.
When it comes to most people, I want to exit the conversation as soon as possible. I’m always looking for an excuse to leave. But when it comes to you, I never want the conversation to end. I could stay up past midnight texting you. I could sit in your car and talk for hours about absolutely nothing.
What if you are too overpowering, too strong, too independent or too passionate?
There’s a huge distinction between noise and love; between contact and communication. We don’t ever have to feel that distinction, or learn from it, because our text-heavy culture drowns it out.
When you’re cut, I bleed. When you don’t eat, I starve. These are not words of sweetness or beautiful monogamy; this is a mutated cell that affects logical thought and choice.
We will always be those crazy ex-girlfriends who once loved them enough, or maybe much more enough than they could handle and be deemed as highly sensitive and dramatic beings.
If you two end up breaking up, you’ll never get over her. You’ll never want anyone else.
I want you to tame my wild and unruly heart and make it your own. I want to become a part of you in a way I’ve never been a part of someone before.