But I’m shaking at your touch, I like you way too much. My baby, I’m afraid I’m falling for you. I’d do ‘bout anything to get the hell out alive, or maybe I would rather settle down with you.
I can’t really offer you much. But I can offer you that empty spot of carpet right next to me. I can offer you late nights, of you and I sitting together. I can share with you my mind, and my words, and my music. And maybe it’ll move you, like you move me.
The difference between physical attraction and love is the ability to see the same person at their best and at their worst, still wanting and needing them the same as before.
You make me happier than I ever thought
I could be and if you let me,
will spend the rest of my life
trying to make you feel
the same way
Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car watching the stars.
it’s funny, i can’t tell you how many times i spent wondering when
i was gonna hear you say that again. just hoping that the next time
the phone would ring, it’d be you calling to say those words.
no matter how powerful & real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully & honestly return them & therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing. being lonely, being alone, for many people, sucks. i get it, i get, i get it. but still i have to say that yes, my belief is that being with somebody who makes you feel shitty or doesn’t honor the person you are is worse. life is hard enough as it is without choosing someone difficult to share it with. you deserve to be with someone who is nice to you all the time.
When I picked up the phone, I realized that out of the billions of people on the planet, you were the one I wanted to speak to the most. It was like the deepest part of me took control and said what it felt, unafraid of embarrassment or rejection or any of that other stuff that normally leaves me paralyzed with fear. I didn’t think. I just was
you’re so cute, you make me blush. you brought me back to being nine, the rush of emotions overwhelms me, of something exciting, of something tingling, of something on the verge of explosion. there it goes, my heart took a walk, dance upon sunshine, bask in starlight and took a skip. the revive of childlike faith, oh what powers you hold but do not know. you shouldn’t exist but you do, you’re far from my reach but one day you will be within, with every single cell of my body
Her; I hate it when you act like I don’t mean anything to you.
Him; and I hate it when you act like you don’t know that you mean everything to me.
I said, “Leave,” but all I really want is you to stand outside my window, throwing pebbles; screaming, “I’m in love with you.”
I believe in a better condition.
In one that I have yet to attain.
I believe in a better love.
In one that has yet to change.
