I still want you, and I still want your everything. I never stopped wanting you. Even when you said that you no longer wanted me. But it’s always been like this for us, hasn’t it? Someone always longing for someone who doesn’t even know what it is that they want, and who they will end up sharing it with. But I don’t care about how many people you have loved while I was away because I still want you, I still want this,
and I will always still want us.
- 4:15 a.m. (Unsent)
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
Not everyone you lose is a loss.
I’m an adult, but not like a real adult
People need to be encouraged. People need to be reminded of how wonderful they are. People need to be believed in—told that they are brave and smart and capable of accomplishing all the dreams they dream and more. Remind each other of this.
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.