December 9, 2011
Love is crazy like that. It hits you when you least expect it, knocking you down at your weakest point.
We have something really special. Just because we made a mistake, doesn’t mean it’s over.
What goes around comes around. That’s what people say. So all the pain you caused me will come back to you someday.
I don’t need to play second fiddle to another girl anymore. I’ve gone on that ride and I’m done.
Let’s put a pretty bow on life and label it okay. Lets smile big and talk loud and avoid the pain and problems. It only hurts if you let it.
There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don’t go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever.
Move on. It’s just a chapter in the past, but don’t close the book just turn the page.
None of those other things make a difference. Love is the strongest thing in the world, ya know. Nothing can touch it. Nothing comes close. If we love each other, we’re safe from it all. Love is the biggest thing there is.
Everyone makes mistakes. Big or small, we all do it. And we all have the choice to learn from them, or let them define us.
You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.
Live without pretending. Love without depending. Listen without defending.. Speak without offending.
You know what the best feeling in the world is? Having a best friend, that one person who loves you & never judges you no matter what you matter how badly you fuck up. Someone who you have endless conversations with and can communicate by just using your eyes. That one person who just walks in your house, opens the fridge and grabs whatever they want out. Lastly it’s that person who knows so much about you that they could ruin your life in a second. But you trust them with your life and you know that they will never ever do that no matter what.
I know I can be too paranoid, and I worry a hell of a lot, and I cry too easily, and I feel like everything’s going to be horrible and I blow things way out of proportion, but it’s all because I love you. I love you so much, I can’t bear to think that anything will ruin what we have. Thank you for accepting me through all of 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 lovable 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.
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away, they don’t look at your face, they don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don’t keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That’s how we’re made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.
Don’t you dare remember me the minute I start forgetting you.
Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, but not everyone is meant to stay there.
We live in a society that says to be individuals, but they still promote uniformity. A society that puts a mask over you if they feel you serve as a problem. We live under a government that controls us through fear. A government that’s not looking out for what’s best of us, but what’s best for them. Our coworkers, classmates, friends, family have stopped caring about each other, and simply started to care about the size of their bank account and the amount of people that know their name. It doesn’t matter who we have in our life anymore, but what. We measure a man not by his courage, or his perseverance, but by the size of his house and the cost of his car. Status is not gained by good deeds, it is gained by stepping over whoever you please to climb to the top. You tell me you’re different, but you have to realize… we’re all the same.
Because thats what life’s about. Its about the time where you lay in the grass next to someone you love. Its about the color of the sky, its about the roaring fire on a winter eve. Everybody hurts, everybody bleeds. Everyone laughs, smiles, and loves. And thats all that it is. There’s no meaning of life, its nothing that can be defined. Its a matter of writing your own definition.
Once they stop talking to you, they start talking about you.
You want the truth? Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First, you forget everything you learned – the dates of wars and Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers; and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit, and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations – even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college, who threw the best parties, who had the most friends – you forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
When it comes to family we’re all still children at heart. No matter how old we get, we always need a place to call home. Because without the people you love most, you can’t help but feel all alone in the world.
Silence is the best way to get someone to notice they did you wrong.
Turn up the radio and sing your lungs out. Cause kid, this is it, and this is all it ever will be. So get used to it, suck it up, and just live your life.
It’s better to live a life full of “oh wells” than a life of “what ifs.”
I hate it when people say that they have given up on love. And it’s always because they think love has hurt them when in actuality, it was a person, it was a thing, a wrong decision, a bad mistake, an accident. So don’t let go of love, hold on because I promise you it’s always worth your while.
I don’t have an attitude problem. You just have a problem with my attitude and thats not my problem.
So when your done talking to her- or whatever you do, dont call on me. i wont be here; not as your back up. not anymore.
And I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.