“it always fascinates me from how people go from loving you madly… To nothing at all.”
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.” -- Bob Marley
Maybe you’d think im just a troubled girl who been through lil shit and make such a big deal about it. But who gives a shit about other ppls problem when you have your own, right? Everything is always nice in the beginning, i wish it would always stay that way. It was never too complicated, the beginning. In the end, I’m still wide awake and you’re all asleep.
Meesheo
I don’t want your sex, your gifts or to live in your idea of romance. I don’t want you to invest money in my sake or really that much time. I want your friendship. You don’t always have to be there and we don’t always have to have something to talk about or have all our interests in common; I want to feel your presence. I want to feel that your intentions are kind and I want to huddle up in your mind—even if it’s not for free. I want to feel the promise of the world, but I don’t care to receive it; just as long as I know that if the time were to come, you’d still hand it over. If and when you decide to leave, I’d like my heart to still be intact and my mind full of artifacts of things you’ve taught me.
