the miscellaneous brain of a blunt inbetweener

Love is not selfish. I didn't believe that until I met you. Love is indeed not selfish. My stubborn ego has fallen down to the bottom of my heart; vanished and left me nothing but my love for you.

I love you. There I said it. And because I love you, I want you to be the best of you. Not for me, but for you. I want you to be the person you've aspired to be. Not for me, but for you. I want you to jump and grab those stars instead of waiting for them to hurtle towards you. Not for me, but for you. And it would be an honor for me to stand by your side to make sure you have them all. That's all I want to do. Not for me, but for you. That's how un-selfish my love is.

Although, I might not be the one who sees all those stars. Although, at the end of the road, we finally choose to part. But, until that day, I'll be anything you need me to be I'll be anything you said I am; your rock, your muse, your home.

Thank you for making me your home. You've seen the dust and peeled paint. You still breathe through them all and find fresh air every time. Your hobby includes cleaning the mess and giving me a tight hug after. Like I might evaporate along with the dust. I won't.

They say "this" will last after a year. "This" means all the "in love" feeling "This" means all the "I always think about you" awkwardness "This" means all the "I can't smile without you" delusion "This" means all the "love poems" for you

Hey, we've gone through the fights and the debates Necessary and unnecessary They only lead us to more strength and sincerity

through the good and the bad through the laughter and the pain through the breakups and the makeups we've seen them all and here we're still strong me and my fragility you and your crumbliness

the way you smile at me, you can make me fly up in the air with your affection but you can make me touch the ground with your reality it's always real when I'm with you

the way you look at me, you make me forget to dress up like a woman and ensure me that my old white t-shirt is your favorite

the way you hold me, you electrify all my nerves from head to toe they weaken me and I fall deeper in your arms

the way you care about me, you make me feel ignored but appreciated you don't give me a huge birthday balloon to remind me how you feel about me you just do small things that make me feel blessed each time

the way you love me, you're never ashamed of me you always introduce me to your inner circle; family, best friends, drinking buddies, literally everyone you make me feel like I'm not a metaphor you don't care what the world says about you or about me you only care about how I mean the world to you

Your friend asked me once, “Can you describe him in one word?” I was speechless as I didn’t know what word I should’ve picked. That night, before I went to sleep, I found one word that suits you.

“Enough” is the one word. You are enough for me. You do pranks enough. You make me laugh enough. You ignore me enough. You care enough. You don’t care enough. You hate me enough. You love me enough. You save me enough. I don’t want you less; I don’t want you more. You are just simply enough.

Now, we’re having arguments enough for two stubborn heads. We started to know more than enough of each other. More than enough to hurt each other.

No, we both know it’s not the problem of loving or not loving. It’s about how we are different enough, in so many perspectives. And that’s enough.

You said I don’t get you. And I did too. You said you need time. I said I don’t.

I’m learning the hard way that it takes two to make a relationship work.

One person is simply not enough. One can’t simply be ignorant and selfish enough. One needs to think enough before saying a word.

I’m learning the hard way that love is not enough; love is never enough.