| I want to hold you. I want to run into your arms, filled with joy. I want to look into your eyes, and know this is real. I want to feel your touch and feel that jolt of excitement rush through my veins. I want to hear your heartbeat, faster, faster. I want to know that this is forever, just by listening to your sweet, sweet words.
Kiss me like you mean it and let me soak your skin into mine. Let me explore you. These stars are here to bring us closer together. Fall with me; we could wake up somewhere we wanted. Tonight, let us be poets. I will write these verses with my fingers. I will paint this memories with my tongue. And as the sunrise chases all of this back into the shadows, I will pretend that we are just two sailors shipwrecked on the shore.
Do you understand the impulse? The impulse to put your hand out and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch even if it's wrong. The point is you can't control these feelings. Even if they're wrong, they're there. They're always there.
I love you and I probably always will. But we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And, I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me, and I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.
I shouldn't want you anymore, yet I do. I have for so long. Seems like forever I've been sitting here, waiting for you to come riding in on your noble white steed to take me away into the sunset where we live happily ever after. But you know what? Maybe I shouldn't be waiting. I've realized that I've wasted all this time, waiting on you when the truth was I always knew you'd never come. So I'm letting you go. So long, farewell, it's been good. No, actually, it hasn't.
[[ Everything above this point is from brokenmirror_quotesxx]]
I wanna fall so in love with you,
and no one else could ever mean half as much,
to me as you do now.
After the show, I had a little party because my family lives nearby and there were some people I knew and some people I didn’t know. You ever have that conversation with someone where you’re like, “Nice to meet you” and they’re like, “Actually we met before” in a really snotty voice and you’re just like, “Oh, ok, is that how you want to get to know each other? We met once before and now I’m in trouble with you? Is that how this dynamic is going to develop? Because if it is, sign me up. I love hanging out with people who make me feel bad for being a human being. You know maybe you should look within, person I met once before, and think about why you’re so forgettable?” -- Mike Birbiglia
flirting is a habit for those who are single; it is their way of saying i am free. but for those who are committed, it is their way of saying i am bored.
i want the kind of guy who would randomly get me flowers, no occasion, because he wanted to show that he cares, or that he loves me. because he thought it would make me smile, make me happy, or just because. i want the kind of guy who would do this and come up with it all on his own; not because my friends gave him the idea, told him to, or made him do it.
--transparent_xx
Just remember:
No matter who brings you down,
I will bring you back up.
Because that's just what friends do.
Someday you will meet someone who drives you crazy--someone you'll laugh with and fight with and just do totally insane things for, basically someone who turns your life upside down.
If you don't tell her how you feel, then she'll find some other guy that will tell her all the things that she wanted to hear from you.
You don't have to rush for something. Remember that if that something is really meant for you, even if somebody owns it now, someday you're gonna own that too.
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