"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@loveistheword
#please.
It didn't... It ended up in the hands of a narcissist that left you wondering why he never felt the same way, who made you insecure, doubting every part of yourself. Giving love a chance was a mistake. The universe and her cruel ways to make someone feel so lonely... what have I ever done to you.
when…
Looking back now, it’s hard to believe there was a time I truly thought I’d never get over you.
— Letters from S
Honestly, I’m terrified. I’m terrified of falling for you, of letting you in, only for you to turn out just like him. Will our differences be too much? Will you get tired of me? Will you suddenly change your mind and erase my existence from your life?
— Letters from S
When love finds you again, I wish for you that is kind, gentle, loving, peaceful and tranquil. May it make you smile again, laugh often, dance like no one’s watching, and support your true self without condition.
His pretty doe eyes.
Now how do I explain how his eyes made me feel...
His pretty eyes that smiled whenever his lips did. His beautiful brown eyes that held the whole world in them. His captivating eyes with so much depth yet so much innocence that they couldn't lie in any which way. His loving eyes that never judged, only listened. His kind doe eyes that never understood how pure he is for this world.
You could read his life through his eyes... they never held grudges, nor did they carry any agenda.
While they warned to not wear a heart on a sleeve, he unapologetically wore his in his eyes.
His eyes that make me feel enough. His eyes that make me feel whole. His eyes that look like home.
May you never again get attached to anyone who isn’t for you. May you find a love that makes you laugh, never lets the honeymoon phase end, and gives you unquestionable loyalty. Someone who cherishes your childlike playfulness AND your old soul—a love you never have to heal from.
the calmness is an exterior to hide how much the chaos has engulfed someone.
check on your friends.
Its been 7 years since I created this account. I started this account because I wanted an outlet for my thoughts, soon adventures began which brought in a lot of lessons and a lot of heartbreaks. The pages of this acc started being filled with the trauma and lack of love. Even today neither do I love any of the words I've typed here ever so dearly, nor do I want to relive them. I am just glad that, unlike many things, this acc has stayed a constant. That it is the one outlet of my emotions I can always count on to be here.
Cheers.
The day I find the love I have been longing for, I will delete this profile.
when...
"how does it feel to be loved by him?"
so how does it feel to be loved by him?
He’s so different with you. He doesn’t shush your enthusiasm or your big energy. He doesn’t shake his head at your jokes but laughs at them. He doesn’t forget to say hi to you when you’re in the room.
I can’t say I know him all that well.
He’s cute, he seems sweet, he seems goofy, he seems like the guy who listens…
Seems…
cause it's only everything that I know about him.
He seems to be concentrating when his eyebrows become stiff. He seems to fidget with his fingers when he’s nervous. He seems to have a habit of keeping his hands in his pockets when standing.
All of these I saw from standing across from him.
There is so much I would love to listen about while sitting next to him.
Like the songs he listens to when he feels low, what drink he craves when he thinks about his childhood, which book was his favorite or the ice cream flavor he likes the most.
Seems… is where I stop and where you begin.
#please.