#isitenough

“He sighed. “Lately I’ve been thinking that it’s impossible to know.” “To know what?” she pushed. “Whether it’s enough. How does anyone ever know whether love is enough? It’s an idiotic question. Like, if you fall in love, if you’re that lucky, who are you to even ask whether it’s enough to make you happy?” “But it happens all the time,” she said. “Love isn’t always enough.” “When?” Neal demanded. “When is that true?” All Georgie could think of was the end of Casablanca, and Madonna and Sean Penn. “Just because you love someone,” she said, “that doesn’t mean your lives will fit together.” “Nobody’s lives just fit together,” Neal said. “Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.”

So there are dying tortured people in the world, people discovering cures to cancer and here I am fawning over a damn boy who I am infatuated with, it’s like, I know it’s not love or any complete ‘I give my soul to you’ shiz but when I’m around him things feel good. I want to be noticed and valued-own your smile, the one meant for me only.So yeah I get jealous because I know we can do better. Better then you and anyone else. I’m selfish enough to want it.Maybe you take me for granted now. Doesn’t matter. I’m in so deep it doesn’t matter, just being with you gets me high. I have other priorities and maybe I’ll forget you like I was going to and almost did. But right now it feels like I’m being stabbed by little glass particles the closer I get to you and somehow that’s okay.My goal is to be with you in the purest way. I don’t care what happens after. As long as we have had eachother in the most truthful way, completeness. My goal is to kiss you in that way, the realest way. French; lip bruising, tongue biting, toe curling, lung burning, rosy cheeked, eye opening kiss. If it’s the last thing I do involving you.