How do you know when you are in love?
Is it when you are giggling your heads off at 12:30 over a bagel?
Is it when you haven't seen each other for a week and you can't keep your hands off each other?
Is it the way he looks at you when you are rambling on about your passions?
Is it where you two are snuggled tightly together after a long day?
Is it when you thank God for this beautiful person every second you are with him?
How do you know when you're in love?
It is when your future is in one person.

Sometimes I look at pictures of you just to convince myself that you are real.
Not just a monster that I dreamt.

One day when you look back thinking who was wrong, and who was right.

You will realize that it did not matter, what mattered is what it cost you.

You will realize it was not worth the pride you refused to let go of.

You will realize that you lost something so much bigger than your stubbornness.

You will regret everything.

And I, will be here setting the world on fire.

With the matches I stole from you.

What did all this cost you?

It cost you,

Me.

I want to write something that matters.

Someday we will meet again and I will have the chance to forgive you for leaving on such short notice.

Maybe that same day we will meet and you will have the chance to apologize for leaving on such short notice.


Someday... Maybe...

I am a people pleaser.
My goal in life is to fit in the boxes people want me to fit in.
When I disappoint someone that I have tried to morph to satisfy.
I cry.
Why do I care so much about what other people think?
Because without all those people in my life,
I would be all alone.

It is okay for me to get excited about seeing you.

I'm not obsessed.

I am simply in love.



Don't you feel the same?