âYou have loved too much and have not been loved enough.â
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âYou have loved too much and have not been loved enough.â
â N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

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Maybe you werenât really mine in the first place
Iâm a little more broken today than I was yesterday
In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, âLook my love, I will meet you halfway.â
N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting (via wnq-writers)

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If he misses you, heâll call just to hear your voice. If he wants you, heâll say it. And if he cares, heâll show it. If he has a thought about you, it will come out of his mouth. If you are on his mind non stop, he will do anything he can just to see you. If he truly likes you, he wonât let anything get in the way and fight back just to keep you in his arms. If not, heâs not worth your time because youâre obviously not worth his.
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A post about romantic relationships
so Iâve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that youâd be so happy to live together youâd sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You donât sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.Â
Kisses arenât always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when youâre eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. Thereâs âim leaving nowâ kisses, and âone more kiss before you goâ kisses. Thereâs sleepy morning kisses before work, when you donât remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
Thereâs kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. Thereâs kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and Iâm so glad iâm with you and not someone else kisses. Thereâs quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.Â
You donât always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because thatâs a given now, and youâve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.Â
Relationships arenât always a fairy tale. Theyâre not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. Itâs not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
This year I learned to be selfish. Selfish with my time, my heart, my feelings, my mind and most importantly myself. I spent entirely too much time feeling sorry for the things I couldnât change, wishing for things I didnât have, and begging for people who did not deserve me. It has taken me two decades to realize I am a prize worth winning, I am a caviar dinner not a gas station hot dog. This year Iâve lost people I thought I couldnât live without and given myself everything I needed. Next year, I hope I can learn to love myself.
ohsixonethree, writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)
Before I fall in love again 1. I want us to be friends. Which means, I want to be able to eat my favourite cheese crust pizza with you, while having cheese all over my face and even in my hair, without feeling embarrassed or concerned about it. I want to be comfortable with you, I want to be okay about being messy, irritating, embarrassing, disgusting, petty while with you. Because I will be petty when I see my ex best friend post a happy picture and I will be messy during my finals and I will be embarrassing when I meet your parents for I suck at meeting parents. I want to be okay with being the way I am and the only way to be okay is to know that youâre okay with me being things other than beautiful, graceful and composed at all times. 2. I want to be able to have long and passionate conversations with you not just about existential things but also about what went wrong in the ending of that book and how kids are affected by media and how tomato basil combination always works. I want to have conversations where we may not always have the same views but our fundamental values always fall in place. I want to talk to you about the beauty of the stars but I also want to talk to you about the disgusting mentality behind certain societal norms. 3. I want to see how consistent your actions are with your words. I donât want to fall for love letters or poems, for sweet Instagram captions or long birthday texts, I want to fall in love with you showing up on time and keeping your promises. 4. I want to take it slow. I want our story to work out in years, not months. I want to respect time and space this time. 5. I want to make sure I am not seeking love from you for the lack of love I have for myself. I want to make sure you arenât a void I am filling in, you are not an alternative to the things I canât give myself. I want to make sure you are not doing the same. 6. I want to work out with my insecurities and fears from the past. I donât want to project them on you, I donât want to subject you to the doubts, suspicion and anger I carry from the people I have known in the past. 7. Before I fall in love again, I want to make a mattress with you. Of understanding and respect and trust. So when we fall, it doesnât hurt.
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Youâll never talk to me about how much you hurt me, will you? Sometimes it feels like you needed an excuse to believe what you were doing was okay. Because I remember telling you that night you came to me. I told you, if you were debating between me and another girl, to please choose her. You told me it wasnât her you kissed. You told me that you werenât choosing someone over me. And you lied, you know it too. But itâs okay. Because I was the fool who bared my naked soul right in front of you. Fighting for you; fighting to understand. Even though you had already chosen her, I still chose you even when I knew I wasnât going to get anything back. A glimmer of hope kept alive. And I get it, it may have never been predetermined. And I find myself still talking about you like you put the stars in the damn sky. Not one bad thing about you has ever came across my lips and into the ears of others. Some would say that is strength and proof of love. Some would say that we donât talk about it because it either means everything or absolutely nothing. I guess only you know. but something we both know is, I definitely deserved more than a lie. I deserved better.
yunggaygod, writing prompt #46: Write about unrequited love (via wnq-writers)
Sit quietly with yourself and know: you are big enough to hold all this pain inside you, and still have room for love.
writing prompt #32: write about healing ⢠Chelsea Skye (via wnq-writers)

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Moving on isnât about when you donât remember anymore, itâs being okay even when you do.
perspicacioussithlord, writing prompt #17: Write about moving on (via wnq-writers)