What You Don't Know About Me..

I had a different idea about love. A love where they want nothing but your happiness. A type which is hard to find these days. Where they just want to care and be a part of your life. Loving someone means not expecting anything back from that someone but doing it anyways because you want to. Someone said “Falling in love is easy. Anybody can. But only a few can fall in love with the commitment.” Even if you don’t love them the way they do, something about them makes your eyes glitter and you feel at the top of the world. That kind of love is
 Pure.

So do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out. And decide.

PSA

People will hurt and you will hurt them, too. And I think, that’s life; finding the ones who are worth the pain.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart.

You don’t know what it’s like to be so broken inside, that no matter what you do, no matter what anyone else does, it can’t be fixed!“

It isn’t the whole process of falling in love that scares me. No, it’s the worry that I’ve fallen for the wrong person again that does.

I don’t think I miss you, not really. But from time to time, I can’t help but wonder how you are. If your corner of the world is treating you right; if your happy days outnumber the bad. I do not miss you anymore… But I hope you know I remember.

Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying that they’ll tell us that we make sense?

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.