Quotes added on Monday, October 1 2012
I honestly don't
think a soulmate
has to come in the form of a lover.
A soulmate is a person with whom one
has a feeling of deep or natural affinity,
similarity, love, intimacy, spirituality, or compatibility.
And I've found my soulmate
in the form of my best friend.
my best friend is the one that
turned me on to this idea.
One day you'll meet someone
They will make your heart skip a beat, you will love everything about them.
The way they laugh, and smile. The way their eyes light up when their speaking. You will get to know their quirks, and they'll get to know yours
Soon you will fall in love with this person. They will be your whole world.
and then one day
They will be gone. Disappearing as quickly as they came. You'll be heart broken. Wondering why you ever loved and trusted this person. It will hurt. A lot. It will take time, lots of time probably. But one day you will come to realise that they weren't the one. And one day, not today, not tomorrow, but one day you will find
Your perfect match
♥
If diet pills mean counseling again then I need to be really
careful. Because everything else would mean being shipped off for
"help".
I Cant MakeYou
Love Me, Want Me, Or Understand
Me.
All I Can Do Is Hope Someday You Will.
[♥]
All I Can Do Is Hope Someday You Will.
[♥]
I'am horrible at everything I do.
One in a Million
*Chapter One Hundred & Thirty-One; Part One*
Amber's POV:
Liam and I got up
bright and early to
head back home to
London. I had already
showered the night
before so I got dressed
while Liam occupied the
bathroom conected to
the bedroom. I tip-toed
into a bathroom in
another guestroom; I
still didn't know
my way around and was
afriad to go around the
house myself.
I dressed comfortably for the long day of travel. A light washed pair of jean shorts hung loosely around my waist and legs. I hadn't decided what top I was going to wear, so I just wandered around in my bra. I french braided my hair back into a ponytail and slipped my glasses on. I stuffed my studded, black bookbag full of things I might need during the day.
"Well don't you look cute today?" I turned around in a quick motion to see Liam leaning on the frame of the bathroom door. He stared at me from afar in just a bath towel. I bit my lip before rubbing my hand over my bump and posing for him.
"Oh, I know I look cute today." He playfully rolled his eyes at me before coming to embrace me in his arms; his skin still hot and moist from the shower. All at once, I felt all of my guilt wash over me and I felt my actions burn on my tongue. "I love you, Liam." It was the closest thing to 'I'm sorry' that I would allow myself to say.
"I love you too, Babe." I heard him mutter into my hair in a tone I didn't recall. I just blew it off and ran back to the bedroom to grab a shirt. I rumaged through my clean night shirts and found only one thing; are you serious? The green tee shirt laid heavy in my hands before I slipped it on.
"Okay Honey, I'm ready to go." I laced up my sneakers and waited for Liam at the front door. He started to decend down the spiral staircase with our lugagge in both his hands. I saw his eyes meet the words on my shirt and his spirits drop a little. "Sorry, it's all I had left."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind. He is only your friend, Babe." Yes, but he was also my ex lover, father of my daughter, and current obsession. I knew me wearing his 'Property of Ireland' tee shirt bothered Liam; it bothered me too. His cologne lingered in the fabric and drove me insane.
This whole situation made me want to bash my head against a wall. I hated how I loved Liam, but craved Niall more than anything on this Earth. My life was slowly turning into a horrible movie and I had no idea how it was going to end up.
The drive home grew less awkward and our normal husband-wife-attitudes were returning. We joked around and talked about the baby and music. I got real uncomfortable halfway through the trip and decided to stretch out in the back seat. "Have you heard from Niall today?"
"No, he hasn't answered any of my texts." I started to worry about him and Lilli. "I'll call him once we get closer to home, I guess." I just hoped they were okay and safe. Being a mother came wtih the worst case of 'What ifs'.
I dressed comfortably for the long day of travel. A light washed pair of jean shorts hung loosely around my waist and legs. I hadn't decided what top I was going to wear, so I just wandered around in my bra. I french braided my hair back into a ponytail and slipped my glasses on. I stuffed my studded, black bookbag full of things I might need during the day.
"Well don't you look cute today?" I turned around in a quick motion to see Liam leaning on the frame of the bathroom door. He stared at me from afar in just a bath towel. I bit my lip before rubbing my hand over my bump and posing for him.
"Oh, I know I look cute today." He playfully rolled his eyes at me before coming to embrace me in his arms; his skin still hot and moist from the shower. All at once, I felt all of my guilt wash over me and I felt my actions burn on my tongue. "I love you, Liam." It was the closest thing to 'I'm sorry' that I would allow myself to say.
"I love you too, Babe." I heard him mutter into my hair in a tone I didn't recall. I just blew it off and ran back to the bedroom to grab a shirt. I rumaged through my clean night shirts and found only one thing; are you serious? The green tee shirt laid heavy in my hands before I slipped it on.
"Okay Honey, I'm ready to go." I laced up my sneakers and waited for Liam at the front door. He started to decend down the spiral staircase with our lugagge in both his hands. I saw his eyes meet the words on my shirt and his spirits drop a little. "Sorry, it's all I had left."
"No, it's fine. I don't mind. He is only your friend, Babe." Yes, but he was also my ex lover, father of my daughter, and current obsession. I knew me wearing his 'Property of Ireland' tee shirt bothered Liam; it bothered me too. His cologne lingered in the fabric and drove me insane.
This whole situation made me want to bash my head against a wall. I hated how I loved Liam, but craved Niall more than anything on this Earth. My life was slowly turning into a horrible movie and I had no idea how it was going to end up.
The drive home grew less awkward and our normal husband-wife-attitudes were returning. We joked around and talked about the baby and music. I got real uncomfortable halfway through the trip and decided to stretch out in the back seat. "Have you heard from Niall today?"
"No, he hasn't answered any of my texts." I started to worry about him and Lilli. "I'll call him once we get closer to home, I guess." I just hoped they were okay and safe. Being a mother came wtih the worst case of 'What ifs'.
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You found him.
He makes you smile till your cheeks
hurt.
When you look at him, you feel warm inside
even if it’s snowing.
His voice is honestly like music to your ears,
it’s soothing and comforting.
When he touches you, you get goosebumps.
His texts and calls is what makes you able to sleep at
night.
Him just being there makes you feel like you have no
worries.
He’s the best thing that has ever come into you
life
and you love every second of it.
not mine but I LOVE
IT.
So many people say "you're so pretty" but I just don't see it...
I really want a girlfriend to cuddle with...
