One-sided love is not love. It’s torture. It’s waiting for something that might never happen. It’s looking at someone who doesn’t see you. It’s thinking about someone day and night while you probably never cross their mind.
Love To Love
Every person you love in your lifetime has meaning. Every person you have loved entered your life for a reason, whether it was to teach you something or help you through something, or simply be there when you had no one else. No one you love is irrelevant.
Real love is about real life. And real life will never be constantly beautiful. Real life will never be breezy. Real life will never be perfect. And just like life, real love is a work progress. So don’t expect love to be easy. Don’t expect love to be perfect. After all, no one is. Nothing is.
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.
Love is the moments between wake and sleep, cool body temperatures that spark flames when eyes open. Love is cloudless sky, full of hope and possibility.
Don’t look back and wish you could change parts of your past or erase time. Because time wasn’t lost, is never lost in loving.
Love is closing your eyes and pulling another body close. Replacing fear with faith.
Love is not perfection. In fact, it is everything but.
Did you know if you dream about him five nights in a row,
your heart becomes a time machine?
It’s time to accept that some people will settle. That some people are happy with ‘good enough’. That some people would rather settle for shitty love than be alone because being alone scares them more than a mediocre love.