When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house to watch
them.
When
you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was
becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When
you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When
you were 15, she came home from work, expecting a hug.
You thanked her by
having your bedroom door locked.
When
you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When
you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When
you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by
staying out partying until dawn.
When
you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to
campus carried your bags
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you
wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When
you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried
and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When
you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of
her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to
their children.
And
then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did
came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
Fave This, If Your mom means all the world to you <3
I hate being alone.
I admit it.
I’m clingy and constantly crave the attention
of those who seem so well off and perfect.
It’s terrible because we really shouldn’t
depend
on anybody but ourselves.
I put up such a strong
facade,
nobody would believe I could ever be sad or alone.
I’ve worked hard to achieve that status
and even harder to keep reassuring people it’s real.
But sometimes I wish everyone would know.
I am not perfect.
Not even close.
I feel like a nobody most of
the time.
And the only thing worse than being alone
is feeling alone
with everybody beside
you.
I
believe
the most difficult
situation
you can be ever be faced with
is deciding whether you should just
move
on or hold on
a little tighter.
Move on, and maybe you’ll lose a chance
at the best thing that could have ever happened,
or hold on, and have the possibility of one day
being the biggest disaster ever
created.
I
ask myself why
and in that same breath as I
watch you, I get my answer.
It’s everything about you;
that teasing smile, that warm scent.
It’s the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair,
the deepness of your voice that I can, and do, get lost it.
It’s just everything about
you.
But more that that, it’s everything about me.
It’s everything about the way you make me
laugh, cry, smile, and hurt.
It’s everything about the way you make me feel.
And that’s everything that I cannot,
and would not, want to let go.