Baring your soul to someone is like offering your love without expecting something in return—either good or bad.
You give someone the chance to skin you slowly and infiltrate your mortal demerit.
And lastly, you're wide open as you welcome wreckage.
Have we forgotten how to love?
Or worse, forgotten what love is?
Maybe it's not love we're looking for.
Maybe we only look for the excitement and thrill in life.
We want someone to watch movies with.
We want the limited and will spout off about endings.
Have we ever thought that maybe, just maybe, we just want to spend time together but don't make memories at all?
He wanted tea. She was coffee.
He wanted butter. She was cheese.
He wanted Facebook. She was Twitter.
He wanted Louboutin. She was Keds.
Your flaws aren’t flaws. You are art.
It may be killing you slowly everyday—but just sleep to forget the world.
Face your demons—if that’s what it takes for you to keep moving forward.
Stop holding back—if that’s what it takes for you to feel whole again.
Let it go—if that’s what it takes for you to unnumb.
Do not suffocate—if that’s what it takes for you to move on.
Don’t fall hard—if that’s what it takes for you to live longer.
Because everything that falls, gets broken.
Because when you win some, you lose some.
Because when you decide to stay, they won’t.
Because he let go, you didn’t.
*Because you gave happiness you didn’t own and he’ll always be a question mark.
“I’m just tired.”
*That’s your excuse.
To the only guy I regret walking away from
It’s been more than five years
But the pain in your eyes still haunts me
Now that I can’t have you
I suddenly want you
Now that you’re with somebody else
I’ll tell you I love you
Everything you said is like an extract from a good book
It’s so beautiful and
I love you.
I didn’t say
you should pity me.
Because between you and me,
I have the guts
I love you.
I took the risk.
I’ve already won
half of the battle.”