writer-monkey47

“But why Why can’t I stop loving you Even when you’ve stopped loving me”

“She was special She was kind She made me lose my mind then she wasted my time Not a crime Sucked cause my friends heard me whine While she was fine”

“I really wanted it to be you. But I can’t change something that isn’t meant to be.”

“Trying to be “okay” with a “not okay” situation, has to be one of the most heart throbbing experiences.”

The kind of intimacy that I crave is intimacy of the mind and soul.

I don’t mind standing in the back watching you grow into your own skin, and loving you from afar. I just want you to be happy and find the love that you deserve.

How do you be “just friends” with the one person who has seen the most intimate parts of yourself? How do I be “just friends” with you when I still love you the way I do?

“I had admired you from a far. Felt butterflies every time I see you. Blushed at the thought of your name. And overthought every word you say to me. It had taken me a year, which felt like an eternity. To finally realize, I was in what all humans fear, What poets wrote about. What could start wars and move mountains. I was in love We began to talk, and I felt light headed every time. Felt my heart flutter every time you touched me. Became happier as we got closer. And nerves filled me when we flirted. It took a while, but it felt like just a couple of hours for people to start noticing. We were slowly becoming what young girls dreamed of. What writers make up in fairytales. What could make anyone the happiest or saddest person in the world. We were in love. Or so I thought. Almost everyone thought… I felt so pathetic. I felt so broken. I thought maybe we had something. Something behind the jokes. But I was wrong. I was so wrong. And that’s when I realized. I was in what people had nightmares about. What left people in tears. And turned the happiest people bitter. I was hopelessly, pathetically in love with you.