I'm A (:

When working on your goals …

I think of you so often you have no idea.

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

I don’t want perfect, I want honest.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.

For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come… And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something [they] may never get.

I love you, that means I’m not just here for the pretty parts. I’m here no matter what.

It takes a special someone to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.

I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me. We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.