She Is.

… But soon enough you’ll realize she’s just not the girl you fell in love with anymore, and then you’ll remember my eyes and the way my hair falls because in reality, it’s been me all along.

There are so many things that I would like to tell you, so many feelings I want you to know, but I can never find the right words to say and I end up saying nothing at all.

If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating with mine, knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you.

I need someone who can deal with me. I need a guy who will make me see things from a different point of view. I need a guy who will make me talk about the things that scare me. I need a guy who will make me open up to him, a guy who won’t give up on me.

Sometimes you have something you need to say, but you can’t, because the words won’t come out, or you get scared and feel stupid. So if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say, and it would be beautiful, and people would listen, and you wouldn’t make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can’t be songwriters, so some of us will never be able to say what we’re thinking, or what we want other people to know we’re thinking. So we’ll never be able to get the chance to make things right again.

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

The secret of attraction is to love yourself. Attractive people judge neither themselves nor others. They are open to gestures of love. They think about love, and express their love in every action.

I am tired of being told all the ways in which I have gone wrong or should have known better. Do not stand aside to watch while I trip on my own carelessness unless you intend to hide your judgement with your silence. Do not forget that I am trying.

When I lay awake at night, my thoughts are always connected to yours. I know when you go home you think of me, you think of us and what could be and what will never be because the timing is wrong.

She’s a trail of wildflower seeds and a secret language half-way across a crowded room. All sideway glances, and sunny rooms streaming glitter.  This is where broken hearts don’t exist if you keep your eyes on me. Where we don’t have to fall in love, and you can leave if you want to.