Happy 4/21/12 you guys:P
who know’s who you love. All i know is that i love you. i love you in every definition of the term. You know that person you just so desperately want to fall in love with, whom you want to go to sleep with, wake up to, and spend every waking minute with no matter what you’re doing or where you are at? Yeah, well that person is you. And im sick and tired of missing you.
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
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| — | Anonymous (via allmyfavoritism) |
i love you. you are my friend, my best friend in fact.
i miss you more than i think is actually possible. why do you have to be so far away? it kills every bit of me not being able to do the things we used to.
its the little things i miss. i just wish it didnt have to be like this.
But the worst part of it is that i could never tell you any of this. you mean too much to me.
Everyday i go through a struggle with my inner self to try and fill that empty void that was left after i moved away. but the truth is, that void will never be filled, at least not without you<3
HOME
there’s no place like home.
ill never get over how much i miss my home in louisiana, nor will i ever get over the people that i have left in louisiana.
But the worst of all is i will never get over you. YOU are my home, YOU are my happiness, YOU are my joy, YOU are my life. and ill never get a chance to tell you how much you meant, and still mean to me. You are that “special someone,” that person i wish so deeply to take home to mom and dad, that person i just want to share with the entire world, but at the same time keep to myself.
You fill the empty void inside me when im with you. You make me happy no matter how sad, or angry, or frustrated i am at the world. You complete me, but now ill never know that feeling again.
goodbye you. goodbye my everything. goodbye love. you always will be my now and forever<3
