Me: I can’t live without you
Them: Really same ✨
Me: No I don’t think you understand, I mean that in the most borderline way possible

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Me: I can’t live without you
Them: Really same ✨
Me: No I don’t think you understand, I mean that in the most borderline way possible
Love is you.
Love is the way you treat me.
Love is knowing what I put in my coffee.
Love is giving me the last sip of water even though you're still thirsty.
Love is forgiving me even when forgiveness seems impossible.
Love is spending the last of your money to make sure I have everything I need.
Love is knowing what my McDonalds order is.
It's always McFlurry lol
Love is knowing everything about me. Not because you have to. Because you want to.
Love is choosing eachother every morning, every night and every damn day even when our ego doesn't want to. Not once but everyday for the rest of our lives.
Love is us.
Love is cutting this Poem short because he wants McFlurry
No creo...
No creo que haya sido casualidad ese 8 de mayo habernos conocido... que haya caido guido y después vos, con tu cajón peruano y que en el mientras te hayas puesto a tocar, y yo a cantar. No creo que haya sido casualidad conocerte que me hayas conocido conocernos amarte, más no, amarme (VOS) aunque si me armaste para la vida, para las pérdidas... Para los amores y desamores y deconstruirme en ciertos aspectos que aún no sé si sirvieron algo.
borderline love
whether it be romantic or platonic, i always love more than i get loved back.
some say it’s a blessing and a curse. others say it’s simply because i have a big heart with lots of love to give. my therapist says it’s likely the BPD.
i yearn for the day i am loved by another the way i love them. unfortunately for me, that may be for another lifetime, a long ways away from this one.
i may love too hard, but that isn’t necessarily a bad trait. it may be my mental illness, but that doesn’t necessarily make it wrong. it may be a blessing and a curse, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s “bad.” these are the things i know to be true.
i am not cynical, i do believe love like this exists. i believe a soulmate does not have to be romantic. i believe that love and affection can go hand in hand together platonically.
i am a simple person in the sense that i want to be loved the way i love. everyone wants that. i am not special here. this is not a new concept.
to anyone who may read this and resonate, i say good luck and that i wish you the best, and all the love you could ever receive.
xox
Maybe you could heal my broken soul
Maybe you're just another placebo
I wish I could tell you
And maybe you will never know
But if you asked me, I want you to be
My last try I have left
I promise I believe it's worthy
Being possibly wasted on you
Which one do I pick?
Oh wait I don't. I keep frantically dating all of them while telling myself I'm going to choose one but I can't because I can't leave and hurt someone.
I crave to tell you the quiet “I love you’s” when I first open my eyes. I want to scream large “I love you’s” at you during the brightest part of the day. I want you to hear my sleepy, “I love you’s” when I haven’t slept yet, from my quiet 5am lips. I hope you know that every time I suggest a tea for your ailments, it’s the quiet “I love you” that I mean. Every time I tell you don’t text and drive and get mad at you for drinking too much it’s the loud “I love you.” Then when I say “Goodnight” that’s the “I love you” from my 5 am lips. In my dreams, they kiss you, softly and I hope your dreams are just as sweet. -Athena M. 7/29/2020 2:47am.
I wish i could