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The best boyfriend isn’t the best-looking, the funniest, or the richest. It’s the one that makes sure you know he loves you.
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cute messages while I’m asleep is literally the key to my heart
As you get older you start to see who was raised properly. So many people lack basic respect.
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One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.
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I gave up on us because I half-heartedly thought that our relationship was not worth the fight anymore. I still miss you somehow. Sometimes, I picture myself walking down the street with you just like the old times. I listen to my friends talking about the love of their lives and I wish I also have a story to tell about us. Unfortunately, anger and hatred overpowered my love. The bad times start to cross my mind and I do not feel like missing you at that point. Whenever they tell me that I will soon find the one who is meant for me, I always reply with, “I wish that it would still be him.”
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Because they’re not meant to be with us, forever.
I would sit in a parking lot with you at 2am
if my husband doesn’t cry when he sees me on our wedding day I will softly kick him in the shin until he sheds a tear
I do have things about holding hands. That indescribable feeling inside you at makes the flame brighter and burning stronger. That moment when he grabs your hand, that moment when your fingers touch, palms and fingers interlock it send you a shock, like an energy that revives your life, that makes you feel so alive. Its the touch of someone dear to your heart, making you feel secure and making you feel thankful that you have taken the risk of holding on to him and now it meant holding on to your happiness and your whole life you’ll be saying to yourself there’s no other hand you’d rather hold than his. His and only his.