I wonder how much you knew about her. Did you know she was afraid of the dark? Or spiders? Did you know she hates thunder and lightning but loves rain on a spring night? Did you know she would do anything for her friends, and loves them with everything she has. I bet you didn’t know that everyone she has counted on has left her with one more shattered piece in her heart. I bet you didn’t know she can’t count her true friends because she has none. I have to wonder if you know that her hair is real, and it’s her favorite feature. I wonder if you knew she was insecure about her weight. I wonder if you knew she still thinks about you, and even though she will deny it every time, she still loves you more than life itself.
I don’t want him to be perfect. I want him to laugh at me, trip me, then help me back up, pick me up and throw me in the pool, make me laugh for hours and take me out. But most of all, i just want him to love me.
You know what i really want?i want you to kiss me like its the last time. Hold me like you’ll never get the chance again. And treat me like i’m slowly slipping away. i need to know that you need me, that you want me.
Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there.
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The thing is, you make me happy. You walked in when it seemed like the rest of the world walked out. You were there, you are there. I never need to pretend when I’m around you, when I’m talking, when I’m with you. You’re hilarious; you make me laugh all the time. You seem to pick up when something’s wrong before everyone else does and you know exactly what to say to make it all okay, and even if it’s only for a little while, it helps. The thing is, I love you. Thank you for everything.
I want to be with you, I just want to be with you. If I could hold your hand for the rest of my life, I would never be scared again. I want to hold you tight and I want to tell you every second how much you mean to me because nobody has ever meant more. I want to be able to help you and make you smile, just like you make me smile.
I miss the last few months. When times were easy and carefree. I miss the way we were somewhat friends. I miss the way you used to look at me, joke with me, make fun of me. I miss the way I felt the butterflies every time you look at me and believe me, that was a lot of butterflies - so many obvious butterflies. I miss the way you say my name, through all your nicknames, when you pretended to scold me, and when you just called my name and stared. I miss the way being near you just made everything seem so right. At peace, serene. I miss the way everyone saw us together, wanted us together, told us we were meant for each other. I miss the way I believe them. I miss the way I fell for you… hard. I fell so hard. I miss the way that when I looked at you, your eyes lit up and you smiled, really smiled at me. I miss the way you would make fun of me, and I would make fun of you. The way you acted all pissed and then started talking to me again like nothing happened. I miss the way being near you made me feel breathless, made my heart pound, made me feel happy. I miss the way things were between you and me. I miss you.
Courage is a hard thing to figure. You can have courage based on a dumb idea or mistake, but you’re not supposed to question adults, or your coach or your teacher, because they make the rules. Maybe they know best, but maybe they don’t. It all depends on who you are, where you come from. Didn’t at least one of the six hundred guys think about giving up, and joining with the other side? I mean, valley of death that’s pretty salty stuff. That’s why courage it’s tricky. Should you always do what others tell you to do? Sometimes you might not even know why you’re doing something. I mean any fool can have courage. But honor, that’s the real reason for you either do something or you don’t. It’s who you are and maybe who you want to be. If you die trying for something important, then you have both honor and courage, and that’s pretty good. I think that’s what the writer was saying, that you should hope for courage and try for honor. And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some, too.
It’s okay that you’re with her. I want you to know that it’s okay. I’m happy for both of you and maybe that doesn’t mean anything to you, but it means a lot to me. It means that for the first time, I’m not selfish. I have put someone else’s happiness, your happiness, above my own.
A boy asks for a picture with no clothes on. A man asks for a picture with no makeup on.
A faithful person doesn’t have time to get attracted with others. His attention is only for the one he loves. A loyal person still gets attracted to others, appreciates beauty, flirts at times but at the end of the day, he knows where his heart belongs. Are you faithful or loyal?
I think letting you go was the smartest decision I ever made. Even though I loved you so much, I just couldn’t deal with the pain. And the times we spent together, holding each other, were the best times of my life. But no matter how much I wanted to keep you in my arms, I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold onto you, knowing that all you were going to do was hurt me. But right now, even though I still love you, I don’t need you anymore. I don’t need you to complete me. I just need you to comfort me when I’m sad, support me, and listen to me when I talk. So I guess what I’m saying is, I’m glad we’re over. I’m glad I’ve let go.