Why does it seem that everything I do is a mistake? That even when I try to show kindness it ends up being a blunder. That I’m actually being a doormat. When I say I love someone it seems that it is just infatuation. When I tell the truth in reality it is all lies.
Dec, Friends first, you started telling me you loved me from the first day we we “official”. I don’t know if it’s bugging you as much as it’s bugging me that I can’t bring myself to say it back yet. I notice EVERY TIME you say you love me, because I feel the pressure to
Dear boyfriend, I sit here and call you my boyfriend, not only my boyfriend, but also my best friend. Meeting you four years ago was a miracle to my life… I have loved you since the moment I met you. You are so smart and handsome and the one person I always could see spending
You’re my first love and I wish i could show how much that means to me. I wish i could show you how much i really love you. I wish i could show you the things i dream about all day everyday. I dream of us being together being so happy and someday having kids.
to me, love was always a silly thought. a concept that only made sense in movies.. an idea that existed ONLY in movies. i would have never thought that it was real and played with the innocent souls of creatures that roamed this planet Earth. i used to think that such a feeling couldn’t touch
Dear (whoever is reading this)… I’m not writing this for anyone to feel bad for me… that’s actually the last thing i would ever want. I’m just here looking for a little guidance with my current situation. To summarize my life up in a couple of sentences, as of right now i’m a freshman in