Almost

I’m a strange girl, hopelessly lost and terribly confused. What’s worse, I think I may have fallen madly in love with you.

I’ve always longed to turn the last page of a romantic novel but it seems my life is destined to remain a book of short stories.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

You are my Valentine. A rare rose with vicious thorns picked. My love written with fingers bloody.

You are made out of comets and stars. Do not surround yourself with those that treat you like dirt and dust.

I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.

Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.

If it was meant to last, it would have.

You’ll know they are special when no matter what kind of mood you are in, they can always manage to make you smile.

Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.