Me:But every time something starts it ends badly and I get hell hurt.
Him:I’m an idiot. I like you more than that and I hate myself for doing that to you, but I want something serious with you. Not just a girlfriend that I’m going to have for a couple of months and then it all go to shit. I’m lucky you even talk to me.
Me:Which is what I want to. I’ve never had a real boyfriend and I’ve turned people down because I wanted to wait for you, but I’m too scared that your saying that to other people and that you don’t really mean it.
Him:I’m the biggest dickhead. I’m so sorry. You deserve better.
Me:I don’t want anyone else and I never have.
Him:I could be with you now and be happy for the rest of my life. I just want to make sure its right and I want you to realise to.
Me:Realise what? How do I know you actually mean it all?
Him:I don’t know how to prove it to you because I’ve been such an asshole.
Emotions are merely energy and motion that you trap inside your body because of a thought.
A lot of problems within society come from the fact that we have such strong drives but live in a culture that discourages us from exploring them freely.
You can’t always control the thoughts in your head. You can’t take back the past. And you can’t control who you love. It’s a strange feeling, loving someone. It can be so sad. Even sadder than death. Love is something we will never really understand. We can open our eyes to death and feel that it is real. We can watch it happen right in front of us, and we can accept it, even though it isn’t always easy. But love isn’t like that. Love makes us weak and desperate. Love kills parts of us we never even knew we had. You can’t go back in time. You can’t change what was said and done. No one really knows why people fall in and out of love, or when something is love and not something else. Love is complicated, and some people even say it is blind.
Call me irrational, but what’s the point at this age? There are 7 billion people in the world. There will always be someone out there more compatible to you than the person you end up with. So again, what is the point in trying to find someone?
Of course, there are exceptions. There always are. Yet the whole point of an exception is that it happens to the minority, not the majority. And everyone wants to be that exception.
'You'll get over it…' It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. By love or death. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? Of course they will be in your heart for a long time, but things will never be the same. Things always have to change. Life will always go on. Both yours, and theirs, and everyone else’s. With or without eachother, a new day will always come. Choose between yesterday and today.
I’ll sit here again another day. Maybe the day I belong to someone for the first time. Maybe the night before something drastic, my wedding, my funeral, no promise, no company, just me, and the sounds of the waves hitting the shore. The water crashes down, then moves away so gracefully, just as people enter your life, then slowly drift away. I’ll sit here, in the same place, everytime, the only thing that will remain constant is the change, different times, different people, and their different stories they tell too soon.
You held me while I was fucked up, tripping from double dropping. You calmed me down and told me I shouldn’t depend on anything, or anyone, but myself for happiness. We both knew it was too late, but still, we spoke the words in hope they could erase the past. I couldn’t focus on your eyes, but I could see the fear in them. You listened to me, and you understood. Not only my messed up ramlbing, you understood me. “Now I know why you doubt every little thing people say”, you said. He was your best friend. So I cried. For the second time, amongst all our years of freindship. I remember the first. It was the coldest night of winter. You were sitting on the bonnet of my car, waiting for me to let you in. Much like my heart, I had everyone and everything locked out, but you, you waited out the cold and proved you would never leave me. So I let you in, not only to my car, where I sat tembling and shaking with depression, I let you into my heart and I let you into my mind. And I know it all gets a bit much sometimes, but he’s right. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be. And I promise I will never leave you.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I found this in my outbox this morning. Remember that time you asked me for my opinion?
Advice is what we ask for when we know the answer, but wish we didn’t.
I’m so sorry to hear all this, I can feel your pain just through your words. And before you read anything further, you need to understand that you do deserve the world. I’m not going to judge whether or not **** gives you that, because only you can decide that, only you understand the whole story 100%.
You’re in a dilemma and there are two choices you can make. You can keep trying, and see where that gets you, or you cannot. Again, no one can judge what you should/could/would do, we can only ever be here to support you whichever choice you make. Yes, he does sound like he’s learnt a little lesson. Yes, he obviously isn’t very keen on her given the circumstances. Yes, I think there are still intense emotions for you, and they aren’t likely to go away. You have a history and there is too much unfinished business. Yes, if it was me, and it has been in different scenarios, I would give it a time limit. Why? Because you’ve got to decide how much longer you’re prepared to play this game. But at the same time, whatever is meant to happen, will. The hardest thing you will ever have to do, is not doing something.
You should never take hollow promises, well reheased bullshit, and you should never, ever, be made to feel like you aren’t good enough. Because you are. No, fuck that, you’re better. Even if you don’t always believe it. I do. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. But I know exactly how you feel. They say there are more fish in the sea. But fuck, you don’t want fish. You want him. And they say there’s a million more out there, but if that’s the case then why does Romeo still only love Juliet?
It’s almost like your waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it. I will always be here for you, no matter what you do. As long as you’re happy, so am i.