You know what? I want the cliches. I want to watch the sunset with a beautiful girl. I want to not be able to take my eyes off of her, despite how much I love the sky. I want the soppy letters, the texts and to hear the love in her voice when she talks about me. I want to be the person she calls when she’s drunk but more importantly, when she’s sober. I want to laugh during sex because it is awkward and clumsy. I want people to tell me that they wish they had a love like ours. Maybe that’s naive or conventional of me, but what’s the point in love if you don’t show it. And as much as I want those things, I want the rest too. I want to be the shoulder she cries on when she’s had a shit day at work. I want to be the person she needs to look after her when she’s sick. I want to be the person to look after her when she’s anxious or depressed and just can’t get out of bed. I want everything. And no it isn’t fucking easy to always be there for someone, but it’s worth it for the right person. One day she will be the right person.

You know what scares the shit out of me? You never really know if your wasting your time with someone, romantically, until its already wasted.

s/o to me cause i really be going through it and i pick myself up every damn time