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[theseopenwhenletters]

Open When you Need/Want to Know how Much I Like you

Dear Elliott,

       You were special since the day I met you, and every day since I’ve honestly fallen for you. I’m writing this at the start of us, but I really feel like it could be so worth it. You have something about you that makes me feel special. Every word you say means more to me than anybody else that’s said the same thing to me. You care about me and my wellbeing more than I do sometimes, and that means so very much to me. I’m falling hard and fast for you, and it scares the shit out of me. I close up on people to keep myself from getting hurt, but with you I don’t even care. I want this to work, I can see this working, so it’s easy and comes so naturally to me to talk to you about things that I’ve never told people. I want to know every little detail about you, and fall for you more and more when I learn about your weird little habits and all of the silly things you do. You mean the world to me already, and it does scare me, but I really can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else. You’re the kind of guy that my best friend loves, that my parents would love, that I want to bring home to my family, that I want to stay with for a long time. And maybe that’s silly because as of right now we’ve only been talking for a few weeks, but I’ve known since I started hanging out around you on campus that you were something else. You were so much different than everyone around me. You kept to yourself, but said what needed to be said. You didn’t just talk about stupid irrelevant shit like everybody else that hung out with us. You had an entire demeanor that I fell for and obsessed over for weeks until you finally had the courage to ask Zach for my number. From day one I knew you were special, but I never knew how special you would be to me. You make me feel something indescribable whenever I’m around you. I don’t feel the pressure to keep up a conversation, it comes naturally for us. Everything with you happens so naturally and I just never saw something like this coming. But here we are, and I could not ask for anybody else. Thank you so much.

I hope this kind of sums up how much I like you.

Rachel

[theseopenwhenletters]

Open When You Want to Know 100 Reasons why I love you

Your mind is beautiful.

Your hugs.

Your kisses.

Your cuddles.

Your eyes - God, your brown eyes are stunning. I get lost in them.

Your voice - not only when you talk, although when you speak it’s just gorgeous. I love to listen to you talk. I like to listen to your voi e when I’m falling asleep. But I also love listening to you sing. You say you suck, but I think you’re pretty good. But even your goofy singing, I just love it. You’re so stinking cute.

You’re so stinking cute!

I love how after a fight we can pretend it never happened. Like at prom, we were screaming at each other over the phone but then when I saw you and said “That never happened,” and you said “What never happened? Nothing happened.”

You deal with me when I’m on my period

You deal with me when I’m not on my period

You love me almost as much as I love you

you can make me smile

you like cats

You accept my coke addiction

You aren’t perfect. I’m not going to lie and say you are perfect because that’s lying. Sometimes you infuriate me. But even though you’re not perfect, you’re perfect for me. We’re perfect together.

You hold the door open for me.

you call me dear, darling, love, princess, dork, etc.

Your hands fit pretty perfectly in mine.

You(sometimes) have good music taste

You shake my dad’s hand

You hold me.

You forgive me

You give me chance after chance when I really don’t deserve it.

Your smile melts my heart.

You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re my best friend too.

I can trust you, even when I don’t act like it. You’ve done nothing to deplete my trust.

Our late night kiks and texts when we’re both barely keeping our eyes open

You’ll always be there for me

I love that when I think about my future you’re always in it.

I love hearing you say you love me and me saying I love you.

I love how when I’m at my roughest looking moments you still think I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

Although you don’t love your body, I do. I love every inch of it.

How much you care about me and how much I care about you.

The way I feel safe having you in my life. Nothing could ever hurt me with you around(unless you hit me)

How kind and gentle you are with me

How you’ve let me into your life so easily.

How you’ve taught me so much about yourself.

You know whenever I’m upset, even if I don’t tell you.

I love you because even when we’re annoyed and irritated with each other, we still strive to end the day on a better note. No going to bed until we’ve worked this out. 

Even though you deserve so much better, for some crazy and insane reason, you choose me.

When you tell me I’m beautiful, somehow I can just tell that you mean it, even though I might not believe you.

You’re my prince in shining armor. You’re my Noah. You’re my everything.

You make beautiful music

Because you tell me stupid jokes from your popsicle stick.

You smell sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. And I tell you every time I see you.

Because I never thought I’d be in love like this and I know I don’t deserve it.

From the moment I met you, I knew we’d spend a long long time together. I felt like I had known you for forever.

I love you because I love my eyes when you look into them; I love my name when you say it; I love my heart when you love it; I love my life when you are in it.

You give me the feels

You think I’m pretty without makeup

Your “Good morning, beautiful” texts make my day worth getting up.

You hold my hand in the car.

You give me the best hugs in the whole wide world.

You pop my thumbs

You’re one of a kind

You not only tell me you love me, you show it too.

You put up with my nerdy tendencies

You’re the cutest monkey I’ve ever seen when you puff out your lips and pull out your ears

Because we have inside jokes

I can tell you anything and you’ll listen

You’re just plain sexy

You hold me while we watch scary movies

You make fun of me when I scream at scary movies

You make silly faces on facetime

You pick at blankets and I pick at my stuffed animal.

You’re so ticklish

You try so hard to tickle me

You let me poke Abigale

You paid for my dinner that one time

We’re a tumblr couple

You don’t get mad at me for falling asleep on facetime

You let me read to you

When we broke up for like a week, the first time we saw each other afterwards, I felt like I was at our first date again, waiting for you to hold my hand, and when you did, I got butterflies.

You tell me my boobs are bigger than that Kardashian girl’s

You’ll always be taller than me.

You notice when I change my makeup

Because your facial hair.

You put everything into playing the guitar. When you play it, you have this sense of loving what you’re doing radiation off of you.

You come to see every show or scene day I’m in… even if I am only French Girl Number One.

You think I am the best French Girl Number One there has ever been.

You had too many fingers and toes.

We can talk for hours without running out of things to talk about.. Even if it is our first time meeting.

When I want to stop getting frisky, you don’t complain, you just hold me.

You’ve been through a lot, and I’ve watched you grow as a person

Your tumblr is quite lovely.

You have very cute style

You rock beanies and hats. It’s seriously the cutest thing ever.

I love your face when you’re really intent on a movie or tv show

How well you get along with my parents

You have the cutest nose in the whole wide world

According to Zach and Rachel and me you are THEmost attractive person any of us have ever dated.

You put your arm around me when I’m sad because we have to let my ducks go.

You let me watch Hannah Montana at your house one time

You aren’t fat

You’ve got good music on your spotify

You introduced me to breaking bad

You don’t judge me when I’m holding my boobs and don’t even realize it

You let me pet your kitties

You have the prettiest teeth in the world 

Just because I really really really love you. I don’t know, I just do. We were meant to be.

[loveovertemptation]

I’m waiting to find the girl I can dance with late at night under the street lights. The girl I can sit with beside a lake and watch the moon glide over the reflection of its surface. The girl I can curl up next to at night, or wake up next to in the morning and think there’s nowhere else I rather be even though her hair is a mess, her mouth is open, and she’s taking up half of the bed. The girl I can wrap my arms around from behind and give her a cheeky kiss on the neck when she’s being sweet and making dinner. The girl I can bring coffee in the morning with post-it notes stuck to the side with little poems confessing how beautiful she is. The girl I can hold hands with even when we’re out at breakfast because I can’t stand to be away from her. The girl who will cry into my shoulder because she trusts me more than anyone else and knows I’ll protect her. The girl I can give massages to and never feel like it’s a chore because she appreciates it every damn time. The girl with the contagious laughter that’s so magical it’s impossible not to laugh too, even if it’s at nothing. The girl who doesn’t have to say anything, but her eyes say it all. The girl that will go on walks with me no matter what, even if it’s to play in the rain. The girl who isn’t afraid to have picnics only to run from all the bees trying to steal our food. The girl who will leave me voicemails because she knows I miss the sound of milk and honey in her voice. The girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell me how she feels. The girl that texts me just to tell me about something that made her happy. The girl who doesn’t mind silence, so when we’re reading we can just smile across the room from each other and know that even through the silence our smiles scream something more.

[loveovertemptation]

I’m still waiting sooooooo ??

[youreastopalongtheway]

What I want

I want that relationship where you can talk on the phone, or in person for hours about random things, about life, about fears, about things that make me anxious. Random face times or Skype calls or phone calls at three in the morning to say I miss you, I want that relationship where we know every little bit of one another, know each other’s favorite song, favorite color, favorite movie. I want that relationship that even when we fight, we can’t bear to stop talking. I want the relationship where if one of us are feeling sad we just cuddle the night away in silence, or talk about what happened that made us feel that way.

I want to lay out and watch the stars, fall asleep in the grass. I want to adventure and fall in love with her over, and over, and over again every time I look into her eyes. I want her to make me realize that everyone I’ve been with in the past, was only making me better for her. I want to visit all the wonders of the world, and be able to say I kissed her at all of them.

I want to know every inch of the person I’m with, every inch of their being. I want to know what makes their beautiful mind theirs, I want to know every inch of their soul and what they’re passionate about. I want to know every little centimeter of their body, I want to know trace every birthmark, every scar. I want to see them on their bad days, and on their good. I want to love them as a whole, and I want the same for me.

But people like this don’t exist anymore. At least not for me.

And that’s what breaks my heart. I get into these meaningless relationship just for them to end because I was never enough. I give my all, just to end up empty.

And I’m done.

[jasey67]

““I had admired you from a far. Felt butterflies every time I see you. Blushed at the thought of your name. And overthought every word you say to me. It had taken me a year, which felt like an eternity. To finally realize, I was in what all humans fear, What poets wrote about. What could start wars and move mountains. I was in love We began to talk, and I felt light headed every time. Felt my heart flutter every time you touched me. Became happier as we got closer. And nerves filled me when we flirted. It took a while, but it felt like just a couple of hours for people to start noticing. We were slowly becoming what young girls dreamed of. What writers make up in fairytales. What could make anyone the happiest or saddest person in the world. We were in love. Or so I thought. Almost everyone thought… I felt so pathetic. I felt so broken. I thought maybe we had something. Something behind the jokes. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. And that’s when I realized. I was in what people had nightmares about. What left people in tears. And turned the happiest people bitter. I was hopelessly, pathetically in love with you.”

— -A.P (via 3amwritting)

[litheheart]

it's funny how you made poems for her and i made poems for you. It’s funny How I tried to look at your eyes But you never look back. It’s funny How to control my emotions But my feelings don’t want.

[litheheart]

the poets were wrong. you don’t burn and there are no tornadoes in your chest, 
your hands don’t hold galaxies or stars
and your anger isn’t a volcanic god
ready to smite every enemy.
the moon doesn’t love you and neither do the stars,
but the earth does, in its own way, i guess. see, you are human, my dear,
born to destroy and to take and to make,
born to learn and to watch. you observe the stars;
they do not observe you. you run from tornadoes or you chase them,
you do not become them. your anger is just anger
an emotion to control or be controlled by;
volcanoes can stay dormant for years
but you are never still. and why would the moon love you?
why would the stars?
they are too far away to be swayed by a pretty face,
but the earth lives under your feet, it feels you dance
to the beat it drums out in thunder and rain. you are human, fragile
and while your skin is weak your heart beats strong.
it might not hold hurricanes but it does hold love,
and this can be just as deadly.
your anger won’t ever level cities
but it can topple friendships
and they amount to the same thing. the poets were wrong. 
you are not out of this world,
you are of it and beloved to it,
and you are still special.

[litheheart]

Show me the Moon like you see if from Mars. We’ll get a good view as we’re crashing our cars. Let’s build a bonfire and turn off the lights. We had one more drink now we’re feeling alright. We’re young and we’re fast, and afraid to grow old, Keep your words to yourself, sir. We’ll never do as we’re told.

[loveovertemptation]

I’m waiting to find the girl I can dance with late at night under the street lights. The girl I can sit with beside a lake and watch the moon glide over the reflection of its surface. The girl I can curl up next to at night, or wake up next to in the morning and think there’s nowhere else I rather be even though her hair is a mess, her mouth is open, and she’s taking up half of the bed. The girl I can wrap my arms around from behind and give her a cheeky kiss on the neck when she’s being sweet and making dinner. The girl I can bring coffee in the morning with post-it notes stuck to the side with little poems confessing how beautiful she is. The girl I can hold hands with even when we’re out at breakfast because I can’t stand to be away from her. The girl who will cry into my shoulder because she trusts me more than anyone else and knows I’ll protect her. The girl I can give massages to and never feel like it’s a chore because she appreciates it every damn time. The girl with the contagious laughter that’s so magical it’s impossible not to laugh too, even if it’s at nothing. The girl who doesn’t have to say anything, but her eyes say it all. The girl that will go on walks with me no matter what, even if it’s to play in the rain. The girl who isn’t afraid to have picnics only to run from all the bees trying to steal our food. The girl who will leave me voicemails because she knows I miss the sound of milk and honey in her voice. The girl who isn’t afraid to speak her mind and tell me how she feels. The girl that texts me just to tell me about something that made her happy. The girl who doesn’t mind silence, so when we’re reading we can just smile across the room from each other and know that even through the silence our smiles scream something more.

[litheheart]

There are a few things in life that are so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

[litheheart]

Happiness is...

1. Discovering myself 2. Spending time with family 3. My brothers singing to their favorite songs 4. Being able to help someone 5. Home-cooked meals 6. The smell of baking cookies 7. Going to Grandparents’ house 8. Petting puppies 9. Drinking hot chocolate/coffee/tea 10. Going to art exhibits 11. Picnics 12. Making babies smile 13. Long hugs 14. Really good books 15. Warm blankets when it’s cold 16. Disney movies 17. Foreign cities, language, people and food 18. Watching kdramas 19. Visiting museums 20. Rainbows 21. You will be missed 22. binge-watching a series 23. making me laugh 24. Meeting new people and food 25. Kind strangers 26, Cute baby animals 27. Watermelon in the summer 28. Sunset 29. Naps 30. Road trips 31. Camping 32. Sunrise 33. Stupid walk on the beach 34. Watch and listen to ocean waves 35. Finally understanding what something means 37. Late night phone calls 38. Doing crazy things with best friends 39. Simple “how are you” message 40. Listening to rainstorms 41. Building blanket forts 42. Going for walks 43. Tears of joy 44. Kind comments from others 45. Drawing 46. Anime and Cartoons 47. Making someone happy 48. Laughing really hard 49. Doing things that make your parents angry when they knew 50. Flowers 51. Undiscovered forest 52. Watching documentaries and chill 53. Getting lost 54. Art 55. Going to cute coffee shops 56. Warm shower 57. Fireflies 58. Full moon 59. Stargazing 60. See yourself recover 61. Concerts 62. Secrets and promises 63. Knowing all the lyrics to a song 64. The smell after rain 65. Christmas 67, Children’s Carol 68. Clean sheets 68. Getting handwritten letters 69. Cute paragraphs 70. City lights 71. People care about you 72. You are important 73. Bonfires 74. Thunderstorms 75. When a baby holds on to one of your fingers with its whole hand 76. Going to comic con 77. Bow ties 78. Tree houses 79. Music 80. Long Drives 81. The sky and it’s pretty colors 82. Sitting on rooftops 83. Bay windows 84. Fireworks 85. Silence that isn’t awkward 86. Watching the clouds 87. Messy hair 87. Paint fights 88. When you start smiling because you remember something 88. You

[litheheart]

Things I'll Never Stop Doing

standing up for my rights believing in love dreaming of brighter days saying hello to dogs (and animals in general) picking wild flowers reading books taking pictures of everything cheering people up stargazing being clumsy enjoying the little things writing random letters to my friends remembering little details about everyone associating everyone to everything buying flowers for myself talking to my plants creating unique nicknames collecting seashells watch kdramas and listen to kpop songs being there for my family

[litheheart]

but it really is so important to find people who don’t lose patience with you or get angry if you’re being irrational or insecure or downright ridiculous, it is so so necessary to be treated with gentleness from loved ones and not to be made you feel like you’re irritating or a burden

[litheheart]

The meaning of rainbow Gypsophila is ‘a promise of eternal hope’ 💐

[litheheart]

With you, it is never about the small things, I guess.
You were never just a star out of reach
or the centre of a galaxy, 
an unsteady wave 
or an outstanding painting; 
you are the universe itself, 
the seven seas 
and a whole museum of art.
I would never compare you to a single ray of sunshine; 
you are the glorious rising, 
the scenery drowning in gold, 
broken glass setting fire to the grass.
But then again, 
a single tip of your fingers on my skin 
is able to evoke a record-breaking earthquake 
and a grin that does not even last a quarter of a second 
could burn a hole into my veins.
And the most attractive thing about you 
is the way your chest is heaving 
when you’re breathing, 
a sure sign that you are alive.

[litheheart]

The fact that I am simply not brave enough to tell you how I loved you drives me insane to a point where not even heartbroken poetry or a Mayday Parade song can express what it feels like. 


It makes me feel lonely in a way not even your non-existent feelings do, because concerning this, I am the one who is responsible.




I am the one who does not have the courage to tell you how lovely you are and that you’re worthy, no matter what others might believe. 
It is my fear of rejection, the fear to lose you forever, which is preventing me from doing the right thing; making you aware of the fact that you are actually, definitely, perfect just the way you are .

[relatablepoetryandquotes]