Years have come and gone and I am right where I started. Funny how this relationship started and ended the same way. The fear of rejection. The urge to hold onto the little moments. Obsessing over small details and trying to get them to add up into one picture. When did “I love you” become …
I was about 14 when I started developing acne. Or was I 13? No, definitely 14. Maybe 13. Anyway, I was just barely a teenager when I started developing acne. It wasn’t the first time I noticed imperfections on my skin. But I had had enough of the redness and bumps on my face. I …
Dear Love, Forgive me for my overwhelming amount of affection. When I said I loved you, it was your soul I was talking about. The way your aura shines is a light like no other. Love, you are bright. And I don’t just mean you are smart. Love, it feels as if I am the …
love is supposed to know no bounds. but being a thousand miles away is a conflict. we already have so much. you don’t even want me back.
Remember when we used to communicate through the Skype status bar? Isn’t it kind of ironic now that I communicate to you through this? That this is the only medium where I can tell you that I love you? Hopelessly, stupidly, and desperately? The only way I can tell you all the things I love …
I would describe myself as a needy person. I need attention, love, things to be said and done a certain way. I need more than the bare minimum. So when you said anyone would be lucky to have me, I didn’t believe you. I think you see a completely different side of me. Not the …
The days we were together. Such a bittersweet phrase, isn’t it? “The days we were together”. A short period of time of being together gone in the past now. But no, never forgotten about. I think those three days were a tease. A glimpse of what it could be. What it could have been. I …
Would you stay, dear? Could I kiss you and would that be okay, dear? I want you close, dear. I want to do the most, dear. I want to feel our heart rhythms sync, I want you to feel like you’re the king, Like you could be on top of the world, Or like you …
“I lost part of myself to him then, and a soaring sense of freedom revealed that this must have been my purpose from the first: to become a part of him” John Knowles – A Separate Peace To be part of you would be to be full of peace. Losing myself to you for years And …
I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. Why can’t I hear it in your voice? Why now when I say it, It feels devoid of oxygen? Why won’t the bittersweet memories Of our actual relationship surface anymore? Has this been our actual relationship? Were we meant to be together? Or …