iridescence

There’s nothing wrong with something blurry. Blurry makes things beautiful sometimes. But sometimes, it makes things complicated. Like when the lines between love and lust are blurred.

It’s not your first love that you never forget. It’s your first heart break.

You’re like a photograph. In time, I may lose you but you will always be the evidence that something once happened.

We’re like the moon and the stars. There are times when we look up at the sky and not a single star lights up the night, but the moon is always there. In time, one of us will always stay just like the moon while; the other is bound to explode out into the universe, leaving the other one behind, just like the stars.

There’s only one thing I’m more afraid of than losing you, which is a scary thought altogether. I’m afraid of waking up when I was thirteen and you first whispered words of love and then going back to being sixteen and being told that you don’t love me anymore.

It’s so easy to say that you’ve let go but, it’s so hard to stay gone.

You were there to kiss away my fears but, you were also there to kiss me goodbye.

Losing people isn't exactly newly found territory for me.

I placed my ear on your chest and listened to your heart but found that it did not beat for me.

I hope you and I get where we need to be - whether it is side by side or apart from each other’s arms.

it’s okay not to look good everyday it’s okay to be selfish it’s okay to be brutally honest it’s okay to hurt it’s okay that you did bad things all of these flaws don’t make you any less you it doesn’t make you any less humane it doesn’t make you any less good it doesn’t make you any less beautiful

I didn’t drink myself to oblivion. I didn’t smoke weed to lose myself. I didn’t cut to release myself from the pain. What I did was far worse, I broke myself trying to put you back together - I drank you up more than any alcohol in existence, Lost my self looking for you, and Cut myself putting back together your broken pieces. And the worst part is You left me broken While you went to fix someone else.

You have to get lost before you are found. You have to break to be whole again. And sometimes you have to hurt to be happy.

You were trying to look for the sun in the moon, not knowing that the moon is the sun. Not knowing that what you were looking for was right in front of you in disguise, you threw him away and lost him forever.

A John Ambrose Mcclaren is an ideal guy, the one you wish you could have. You know how girls imagine that their perfect guy would be sweet, caring, sensitive, and all the other characteristics they shower this imaginary person with. Except, this time, he’s very much real - that’s what a John Ambrose Mcclaren is. The catch is though, he’s not the one you end up with. John Ambrose is the guy equivalent of Robin in How I Met Your Mother a.k.a. “the one we like but can never be with”. He’s not the one you fall in love with because no matter how ideal he is - there is a person out there who is not your ideal person but, is your match.