My Own Hero

You’re close. I can feel it stronger now. You’re on your journey to meeting me. This is exciting. This is so so so so so so so so exciting. I’m ready to give all my love to someone. I’m ready to give it to you. Oh absolutely, chica. When you arrive, I’ll be all yours. I’m already yours. I’ve been yours since day one. We just lost each other for years but finally we will be brought back together. Finally we’ll feel what home truly feels like. Finally a relationship will just flow naturally and beautifully. Finally we’ll both understand why it worked out with no one else. You and me baby. It’s going to be so amazing. 365 days out of the year I will make you feel special. You’re my girl. I want to treat you right. I want to be everything you’ve been looking for. Everything you’ve been longing for. Everything you’ve been craving. Everything you’ve been missing. I’m never going to treat you with disrespect. Or yell at you. Or hit you. Or anything like that. I don’t want to burden you ever. I just want to be a wonderful addition to your life. I want to make you happy. I know some days you’ll be sad or angry or hurt. Hopefully those feelings will never be because of me. Sad and hurt cause we’re miles away from each other is okay but like not okay at the same time, you feel me? Like it’s going to come with missing each other but we will work hard and not letting it get us down too much. I give my word to you. Anyway, I’m not too sure where I’m going with this. It’s 3am and I’m wide awake thinking about the possibility of you arriving soon. The thought makes me really happy. You’re going to make me really happy. A happiness that I’ve never truly experienced before. I want to be your happy ending. Your princess in shining armor. Except more like a t shirt and jeans. And in a story that no way implies you are a damsel in distress. You are a fierce, badass, chick with a smile that melts my heart and eyes that sparkle even under the moonlight. You are a dream come true. You are worth the wait. You are worth it. Never forget that. You are worth it. And loved. And cared for. And special. And smart. And passionate. And awesome. And amazing. And incredible. And beautiful. And stunning. And fabulous. And my goodness, so many other things. I could go on and on.

(via therestislife)

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I loved you. The way you held my hand. The way you laughed. The way you’d smile. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passions. The way you obsessed over the stars, the sunset, and all things beautiful.

I loved you. I loved your hair. I loved your eyes. I loved how, no matter what you always said things would be okay, and somehow, someway, they always were.

I loved you. I loved the thoughts you would share. I loved the way your mind worked; a beautiful mess. I loved how you were so kind to everyone and everything.

And yes, I loved you.

And I thought..