Please don't

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”

“It was not until the day where you slowly slipped through my fingers like grains of sands, that I realized the mist of an autumn is no different from the sad blue hues that resides at each corner of the sky.”

“As the wind blows, I begin to wonder, who are you caring for at this very moment? Is it still me? Is it still us? I do not want to know. I am too afraid to find out.”

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?

I am very cruel to myself. I demand perfection, but I am very lazy. I want to become great, but I fear the result of becoming misunderstood. I desire to be loved, but I panic at the thought of becoming rejected. I yearn to heal, but I long for the things that destroy me in the end.

No matter what happens today, Wether he shows up, or doesn’t Wether he falls in love, or doesn’t Wether he becomes the person you thought he was, or doesn’t None of it will take away your beauty, your spark, or your light Because stars don’t shine for any one person

one of the things that saddens me the most is when people are surprised when someone is kind to them. kindness should be the default.

When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.

TO THE GIRL WHO LOVES HIM NEXT

TO THE GIRL WHO LOVES HIM NEXT

i just want to write beautiful things about us again.

I’m getting hurt by the fact that you don’t even realize when you hurt someone. You see a rose instead of a knife and then you confuse blood with red petals.

i. january it’s easy to fall back into old habits, but it’s far more rewarding to learn from them. ii. february you are capable of far more than you believe. spend your days breaking barriers you didn’t even know existed. iii. march mortality is fragile; he knew it, and you know it. there’s nothing you could have done to save someone who didn’t want to be saved. iv. april sometimes, you have to take responsibility for things you didn’t do in order to maintain necessary peace. v. may goodbyes are never easy; as your heart is ripped apart, remember they’re headed off to change the world. the opportunities are endless. be excited for them. vi. june don’t be afraid to trust; although others have torn you to shreds, the way he looks at you with soft eyes should make you believe he is different. he’s after your heart; give it to him. vii. july even an ocean between you two can’t stop the love you feel for him. no amount of vodka can drown it; learn to accept your feelings. viii. august it’s okay to put faith in your own judgements. your gut feeling is normally right, so listen to what it tells you. ix. september when you are patient, good things will come. don’t lose hope just because there’s a wait. x. october it’s important to know when to stop waiting and take matters into your own hands. if you want to know the taste of his lips, stop complaining and find out for yourself. xi. november kiss him whenever you can and tell him you love him with your words and without. take advantage of the time you have together because, soon, thousands of miles will separate you. xii. december stop holding back who you are, and allow yourself to be vulnerable for once. it will pay off, dear.

He tried to forget her. He swore he was trying. But it was so hard to do when memories of her flash into his mind when he sees her honey-colored hair tangled in his shirts and or the way her sickly sweet perfume seemed to cling to his hoodies, no matter how many times he tried to get rid of it.