I Don't Know How To Tell You That You're Perfect Without Seeming Like I'm Some Asshole Who Doesn't Know

I thought this type of love could only happen in the books. Where the girl finds the guy of her dreams and everything falls into place. I wish I could experience what it’s like to fall for you again, because it was perfect in every sense amd every book would die to know how it was written.

"Your smile is just as beautiful as the first time we met."

2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

When he left, it was the color of the sheets. The first day without him, it was color of my coffee. The first time I saw him alone in that room, it was the feel of the air. The last time I saw him, it was color of my tears hitting the cold, tile floor. That bitter January day, with the casket lowering into the hole in the earth. That day became the color of my heart.

The color is blue

"I'm nothing special but you seem to think otherwise."

- When you text me in the morning

I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.

My love is for the beauty of us

Love isn’t a lie. It’s something that can mask just how unhappy you really are while saying you are the happiest you’ve ever been.

After I broke up with him

When I’m with You

I tell you I’m fine.

I’m lying.

Seeing you only hurts when your eyes can't meet mine.

2 AM Thoughts (Via. Wounded-Writing)

Sitting in complete silence with you isn't awkward anymore. In fact, it brings me great joy in knowing that just my presence is enough for you. And that we don't need to do anything of extravagance is a comfort of its very own.

While you slept with your dog

I'd like to say that I'm alive. But I can't. I feel more like a ghost as I walk through the halls, my touch barely changing anything as I go past. My voice only a whisper in the wind as I yell for help out of the repeating hell. Because to be alive, you just be doing something extraordinary. Otherwise, you become something of a shadow left to watch as everyone forgets about you.

I'd love to feel alive