“I’m a lover and a fighter. I get angry easily, but I’m working on it. I sleep and think too much, but I get my shit done. I have a weakness for sweet talkers, but I’m learning and enforcing my boundaries. I don’t let many people in, but once they’re in, they’re there forever. I’m strong and independent and I’ve been broken, but never shattered.”—(via eletheowl) (via princessskelly)
You know how everyone’s handwriting is completely and utterly different to other people, and even if they are similar they are never truly the same? I think love is a lot like that, everyone loves in a different way and that’s why no two relationships are the same. And so, just as with handwriting love can be very beautiful and elegant, it can make everything around it seem beautiful. It can be messy and not neat, it can have I’s dotted with hearts and leave trails of X’s, but when you push the details aside it’s still love and these are still words.
Once you let a woman realize she can live on without you — something happens. That spark she had before, that look she always gave, that glimmer you will then come crawling back for will not be there. We replace it with other things.
One of these days, I will tire of being walked all over by you. One of these days, I will shed no more tears for you. One of these days, you will see that I am not nearly as weak as you think I am. One of these days, I will stop loving you, and one of these days, I will stop caring. One of these days, you’ll see my back for the last time, walking coldly away from you. You will rue the day you lose me, I promise you it’s coming, one day.
I don’t have any regret with you, I mean sure I wish things turned out differently but I now realise this is how it’s suppose to be. I don’t wish I tried harder with you because I know I tried with every part of me. You exhausted me and you hurt me so much. Every time you did something to upset me I’d look past it and forget about it, I never took anything out on you and I did everything I could to make you happy. Sometimes I’d realise that everything I could possibly do just wasn’t enough but I still tried for you. I tried to impress you and make you happy and all those things but it just wasn’t enough. This year I realised what I meant to you which obviously was not much at all. If you can treat someone so horribly, someone who has fought for you and loved you the moment they met you and 4 years later still feel the exact same then I guess you’re not the beautiful boy I saw you as, I think I was looking at you with a veil over my eyes. Now I’ve accepted that I can move on with no bitterness in my head. It’s time for a fresh start.
I want to know what it’s like to lie there with you, just laying there — Happy, okay, satisfied, and recently kissed — right before I tell some dumb joke. Right before I get up to make us food or change the song. That moment right before it, that quiet happiness. That’s the one. That’s the keeper.