It takes a real man or woman to be faithful, a real man or woman not to cheat, and a real man or woman not to steal someone else’s love.
It takes a real man or woman to be faithful, a real man or woman not to cheat, and a real man or woman not to steal someone else’s love.
I have this theory that nice people are the ones that go on murderous rampages in their dreams, while they sleep.
Is it possible, that our past relationships never worked out not because our love wasn’t enough, but because instead of loving them as much, we used them moreso as an emotional punching bag?
seriously just don’t make any sense. Their arguments don’t make sense. Their reason for blaming someone else doesn’t make sense. The very fact that they get angry over things that generally shouldn’t make people angry does not make sense.
Some people and their logic just do. not. make. sense. And it’s frustrating. Especially because you can’t reason with them. And why can’t you reason with them using logic and explanation? Because their logic is fucked.
I just don’t understand.
- People who learn from their mistakes
- People who learn from other’s mistakes
- People who have somehow always known what not to do
- People who just never learn
It’s the last type of person that makes me wanna slap some sense into them.
And the truth of the matter is, there will always be those people you couldn’t help or couldn’t save. And it won’t be because you didn’t try hard enough or you just weren’t good enough. Because, in the end, those people didn’t want saving and they didn’t want the help. In the end, they made the decision to go at it alone.
My love comes back from Queensland tonight. I can’t wait for him to be home, safe and sound. I’ve missed him so much this past week, and he’ll be with me soon enough. Missing him has been worth it, and has strengthened my love for him. I just can’t wait to to see him and be in his arms :)
And yes, I do call him my love. Because he means so much more to me than just a ‘boyfriend’.
Sometimes there is love.
Sometimes there is happiness and sometimes you get what you want.
But sometimes there is pain.
Sometimes there is heartache.
Sometimes you get hurt knowing the person you love doesn’t love you back.
Sometimes there’s the pain of being left behind.
It’s the rare kind of pain.
Like when you remember loving someone who kissed you so sweetly
The kind of pain where you realise that same person never actually loved you back
Sometimes you actually feel the pain
Your heart sinks, or you feel like it’s cramping up
Dying, inside you.
Sometimes the pain is just a memory
Sometimes pain is caused because you lack closure.
Sometimes pain is caused by love.
Sometimes there is pain.
Sometimes it hurts.
But sometimes it doesn’t.
And sometimes it gets better.
And that’s what matters:
That though there may be pain,
The pain will go away.
Not just sometimes; always.
But only if you let it.
Oh, my dear, I love you.
With all that I am, I love you.
I love you fiercely,
I love you passionately,
With a fire that burns inside.
I love you deeply,
And without hesitation.
I love you with joy,
And with happiness.
I love you through pain,
Through doubt
And through darkness.
I love you when it’s easy and when it is hard.
I love you, even when it hurts.
Regardless of the past, I love you.
With hopes for the future, I love you.
I love you selflessly and completely.
Because of what we’ve been through, I love you.
I love you through smiles, and through tears.
Without fear, and without conditions, I love you.
Through it all, I love you.
Through it all, I will love you.
My dear, don’t ever forget.
I love you.
