Every star, every 11:11, every eyelash. I always wish for you. For your love. For your attention. For your time. For your loyalty. For your forever.
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Every star, every 11:11, every eyelash. I always wish for you. For your love. For your attention. For your time. For your loyalty. For your forever.
Always a placeholder, never the one worth waiting for. Had your heart long before you even got a glimpse. Such a fool to believe there was ever a real chance.
Not sure what else I could possibly do to show my love for you. I just wish you put in just an ounce of my effort to show me the same and calm this uneasy mind.
Time to reel in the crazy before I, yet again, ruin something beautiful by overthinking and over analyzing every conversation and action. Its times like these that I wish my mind were a little more rational. If only I could get it through my skull that Iām simply projecting my cheating past and new trust issues onto an innocent. But even though I know what the problem is, I canāt seem to rewire my brain into thinking straight again.
my brain: did you know everyone hates you and thinks youre ugly and disgusting?
me: that cant possibly be true
my brain: ok hear me out tho, what if it is?
me: you got me there
I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
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me: *is left alone with my thoughts for more than two seconds*
me: the suffering begins
Okay but is there an image that explains why cats must step directly on the boob and/or crotch of any person they climb on.
One of my favorite things about working at Disney is seeing giant manly men, that look like theyād never be caught dead at a park, wearing Mickey ears and having just as much fun as their children.
My favorites are the big, burlyĀ bald guys with the Oswald ears. They make me smile.
I JUST WANTED TO SEE WHAT MAY WOULD DO BUT THE BABIES CAME IN
One day youāre going to wake up and realize that you should have tried.
Maybe theyāre right. Maybe its too soon. Maybe Iām throwing my heart into something that is bound to never give me anything in return. The constant struggle of a hopeless romantic, constantly falling too hard too soon for someone who is too likely to merely rip your heart into a million shreds. I understand the worry. I understand that they donāt want to help pick up the pieces yet again. I think Iāve had enough practice though to do so myself this time around, for its usually my own hand jabbing the knife through my most sensitive organ.
I told myself Iād spend some time to myself. Iād do some soul searching, remind myself of who I am and what I like. Give myself time to heal from the last reconstructive surgery that Iāve had to perform on myself over the last three months after losing a part of myself. But as they say, it happens when you least expect it.
But maybe theyāre wrong. These butterflies canāt be wrong. The high I get from staring into your eyes at two am canāt be wrong. The smiles you can produce by a mereĀ āgood morning, beautifulā canāt be wrong. The electricity that runs through my veins when you put your hands on my waist canāt be wrong.
Who cares what the world thinks? There is no right or wrong. Right now its just pure joy and ecstasy. No amount of potential future heartbreak will ever make me regret making out in your hospital bed in the middle of the night when your heart tried to give out on you or the panic when a nurse came in to check your vitals. I wonāt regret running around our favorite kingdom together hand in hand and kissing under fireworks. I wonāt regret acting like we barely know each other at work and then having you push me up against the wall of the elevator in passion the second weāre finally alone.
I donāt think Iāve ever had such instant passion for someone and for once, Iām out of my head. Cupid isnāt sitting on my shoulder this time telling me he has to be the one. Maybe he isnāt the one. But hes the one right now. And finally thats enough for me.