Iâm not totally mad at you. Iâm just sad. Youâre all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Sometimes itâs easy to settle and forget the kind of love that you deserve. This is a letter for me, for you and for anyone who might need a reminder of what that kind of love looks like â what you are worth.
You deserve more than someone who shifts to the other side of the bed, leaving you dreading the thought of morning, a reminder that intoxicated desire looks different a few hours later when the sun has risen.
You deserve someone who wants to wake up to touch that place on your face where the sun seeps through the blinds and lands on your cheek.
You deserve someone who tells you how beautiful you are while youâre sleeping, when youâre mad, when you cry during your favorite movie even though youâve seen it a thousand times.
You deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are. You deserve someone who asks to keep the lights on so that he or she can admire you at all times.
You deserve someone who doesnât agree with you all the time, but when you argue, it feels as if youâre pushing each other to be your best selves.
You deserve someone who wants to sit down and talk with you until dusk turns to dawn about new beginnings, desires and the unknown. Someone who knows that the touch of warm skin sometimes says more than a thousand conversations could.
You deserve someone who is just as independent and driven as you are â if not more so. You deserve someone who will inspire you â someone who will trust you enough to provide you with space to grow.
You deserve someone who pushes you to understand yourself, to be unashamed and courageous.
You deserve what is best for you, which looks different than what anyone else has. Although youâll have to jump some hurdles, fight tears and endure nights alone to get there, when you finally stumble upon what you do deserve, from there, the rest wonât matter. Have faith that it will come when the time is right. You deserve it.
So you decided to see me out of the blue
Should I let you come over?
I think you're doing fine
That girl in your arms does she know where you come from?
Almost made me move out of town
You don't want me to be around
But I stayed anyway
Just in case
Finding reasons to hate you more than before
Like how you said you would call
But never at all
Got rid of your number that I know by heart
You left your things at my place
As if I have all the space
Cause you know I don't mind
Just come back when you think it's time
I'm all black and white inside
Monotonous from left to right
I decorate my house with things you love
Just in case you show up
So you decided to see me out of the blue
Should I let you come over?
You do this all the time
You come and you go like I'm nothing, you know?
Every time you come back to me
I'm prepared to watch you leave
You can't make your mind up about me
I imagine what it's like
What if you might leave everything and come home?
But I know that you won't
After what I've been through
I still worry about you
You're letting know all your friends
It's definitely the end
But you know I don't mind
Just come back when you think it's time
I'm all black and white inside
Monotonous from left to right
I decorate my house with things you love
Just in case you show up
Just in case you show up
I'm all black and white inside
Monotonous from left to right
I decorate my house with things you love
Just in case you show up
In case you show up
In case you show up
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isnât the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorceâlove looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays. Maybe love canât. Maybe love shouldnât.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, âWelcome, make yourself comfortable.â If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, âThank you for stopping by.â
Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye (via scrambling)
This is one of the most beautiful things Iâve read.
BREAKING: Michael Dunn, 47, has been found Guilty of Attempted Second Murder on Counts 2, 3, 4, 5. He faces a minimum of 60 years + up to 15 for the firearm.
Mistrial on Count 1 (Murdering Jordan Russell Davis, 17, over listening to loud âthugâ music in his car).
Attempted murder my ass. How is one guilty of attempting to kill everyone in the car but not the actual person they murdered?
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