Please don’t mistaken lust for love. Because it’s only going to end in pain and a hurting heart. It’s only going to end in an ending. Because lust is almost always going to be short lived. It’s just a chemical reaction. It’s not a promise of forever. It’s not real.
These guys are cowards. And they don’t deserve my strength and my vulnerability and my beauty. So I think, I’m giving up. Not forever. But for now. I’m so tired of trying so hard with little success. I’m so tired of wanting love so badly, and never even getting to the dating part.
When he compliments you when you feel least attractive so that you know he is attracted to more than just your looks.
Thank you for allowing me to learn some tough lessons on my own. Thank you for stopping me when I started to become destructive. Thank you for never questioning me, even when I questioned myself. You have saved me in so many ways.
I was assaulted and it still affects me. It’s going to still affect her. It will affect you. Just remember that she’s going to need you more than she wants to tell you, this might have been an event she had to carry by herself.
I want you to fight for me and take the time to get to know me. I want you to uncover every complicated layer that makes up who I am.
With you I don’t feel the need to control, to make sense of, to know, beyond a doubt, what the future holds. Because I know you’re in it. And that’s all the security I need.
True love never restricts. It’s the anchor to a ship, as much as it’s the wings to a bird. It’s the implicit trust that leaves no room for insecurities. It understands that sometimes separation is inevitable, and it patiently waits. It’s when the journey takes precedence over the destination.
Despite this particular couple’s differences, the future’s uncertainty, and their experience with struggle, that was the most important thing to them; the love. Truthfully, that should be the most important thing to all couples. When the sun begins to shyly peak over the horizon in the timid hours of the morning, what, or rather who, gets you out of bed? If that’s not worth fighting for, then I don’t know what is.
Love someone who doesn’t let go of your hands when you feel troubled. Someone who tries to calm you down by their words, by their presence, by their care.