Her mind
“No, he is nothing more than a friend.
You have nothing more than this friendship,
and it will never turn to something more in the future.
Stop. Just stop.
He is not worth getting yourself heartbroken.
He is not worth the risk.
If he saw my pain, he would want me to stop.
Our happiness is more important.”
Her heart
“He is worth getting hurt over.
He is the world to me, and
someday I will be the world to him.
I am not lying to myself, nor am I in denial.
I am in love.
My happiness is his smile, his laughter, and his presence.
My happiness is the hope that
he will fall for me as hard as I’m falling for him.
He is worth the
risk.”
I believe in romance
but not fairy tales.
Life is perfectly imperfect.
It has its ups and downs
with unexpected moments thrown into the mix.
A girl needs to be treated with respect and shown
compassion.
You have to make her feel special and that you will always
be there for her. It’s about trust and communication.
It’s about the shared times together and the memories
that will stay with you for a life time.
Love is not perfect.. it’s
a beautiful mess.
It’s a risk of heartbreak with the reward
of the best feeling in the world.
It’s finding someone who overlooks all your flaws
and loves you for who you are.
Nobody is perfect or has life completely figured out.
It’s the little quirks that make a person unique and
beautiful.
Love is finding that person who becomes your best friend,
your lover, and everything else between.
Finding the person who
accepts and adores is a fairy tale in
itself.
You know 'the feeling'?
The butterflies that fill and
flutter in your stomach?
The huge, uncontrollable smile you do and can’t help to
stop?
Better yet, to the point where you can’t even say
a single word because of it?
The silly giddiness that takes over?
The exciting feeling plus being overjoyed?
Yeah, THAT
feeling.
When I get jealous.
It’s more than just a
word.
It’s a whole different kind of feeling.
I get a knot in my stomach.
I can barely even speak because I’m too hurt for
words.
I try to find other things to get my mind off of the
situation,
but I
can’t.
I replay whatever’s making me jealous
over and over in my head.
I doubt everything.
I feel like crying, but I don’t want to cry
over a
misunderstanding.
I act like I don't
care
Whenever someone says something to me,
I laugh and shrug it off.
They keep saying it and
saying it,
soon other people join in.
When you hear something enough times,
you start to believe
it.
And that tears you down.
People don’t realize, there’s only so much
I’m able to
handle..