How hard should I try for you?
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How hard should I try for you?
They always told me that I had a special place in your heart, and I hope that it's true. Because even though I'll probably never be your lover, I will always love you.
She didn't know quite why, but the world seemed so much more vibrant than normal. And along with it, a new hope that it was going to be okay.
From the novel that I'll probably never write
Choices.
The thing I'm most afraid of is that if I have to make this choice.
I hope that one day I'll have the honor of pinning you gently to the wall and kissing you like you've never been kissed before. I want the kiss to be as pure and intense, just like you.
Please don’t tell me you don’t love me anymore. Please don’t lose interest in me. Please don’t ignore me. Please don’t break my heart. Please don’t hurt my feelings. Please don’t make me a “was” or a bad memory. Please don’t throw me away. Please keep me
Crystal Dawn (via infj-personality)
Reality
The one thing I haven't decided is that are you going to be my escape from reality or the reason that I am in its harsh grip?
Sweet dreams
It's probably because of the nightmares. Every night, when I curl up in bed, I think of you. I imagine you to be there. Because maybe if I'm in your arms, you may be able to cure the darkness.
Because respect is love
I want so much to touch you, to be in your arms. But you don't like to be touched, so I stay back. Even though my desire feels so strong sometimes, I resist, because respect is love. But whenever she throws herself on you, I'm afraid that you secretly love it, even though you recoil. I'm afraid that she will become the chosen one, over my quiet persistence, because she was the one who kept on going, even after you told her to stop. But I keep having to tell myself that respect is love, because that's all I can hold on to.