Love, Erin

You're going to find a love better than you ever imagined. It's not going to be the perfect love that books and movies try to sell you. It's going to be crying at 3am because you're anxious, but having someone there to hold you and try to make you smile. It's going to be someone who cries to you over the phone about his deepest insecurities. It's going to be two people struggling to find their way in the world, but who find comfort in each other. And that's much more beautiful.

I hate the feeling of recognizing that certain feelings never went away. I thought I was over you, but I’m really not.

I believe in soulmates, but I don't know if I believe that I have one

I think no matter what I'll always be looking for love. Even when I say I want to be on my own for now, I can't help but fantasize that just the right person will walk into my life.

I'm going to love myself before anyone else is allowed to love me. I at least owe myself that much.

I’m addicted to the feeling I get when I see that you’re texting me back

The thing is... everyone always tells you about the pretty side of falling in love and being in love. No one talks about the nights you spend lying awake for hours wondering if any of it is worth it. People can leave. People can fall out of love. People can change their minds. There is no way to know for sure if someone is going to stay. Love can only be secure through trust, but what about for someone who can't trust. What about someone who was so brutally broken by the past that they never want to allow themself to fall again. Love is fucking scary.

Losing love sucks, but letting yourself get lost sucks even more

I never thought I could fall in love with someone who was in love with me, but I did and I've never been happier

Let me tell you something. People aren't lying when they say you'll know when you're in love. Trust me, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I keep saying you're dumb and making fun of the things you do, but I promise I still care about you more than anything else

I've spent countless nights staring at the ceiling thinking about you and wondering if you're thinking about me too

Is it dumb that I get butterflies every time we make eye contact?