When I say that I've missed you, what do I mean? Is it your company? The love? The sex? Is it the late night phone calls? The long drives? Your failed attempts at romance?
You were always the type of guy to compare my eyes to something like Mountain Dew.
You are only human and I think I always loved you for never trying to be more. You were never my Spider Man or any of those other super men. You were simply mine and that was simply all that mattered.
We forget, however, to never completely surrender ourselves to love. When I found myself saying and actually believing that I couldn't live without you, I should have pulled away.
Love takes away the ability to stand on your own. We forget that it is possible to live and laugh without someone to show you how.
Love isn't just or kind; love hurts.
Love is getting your heart broken when your lover is in pain. It's caring too much and getting nothing in return. Love is familiarity and routine; it's getting walked on and let down.
Love is forgetting butterflies exist.
Love is realising the blandness of life in its absence.
Love is admitting you're weak but finding your own strength; it's complex and short-lived. When you really, truly, deeply love someone, no amount of time is ever enough.
Why do we fight for love?
You were always the type of guy to compare my eyes to something like Mountain Dew.
You are only human and I think I always loved you for never trying to be more. You were never my Spider Man or any of those other super men. You were simply mine and that was simply all that mattered.
We forget, however, to never completely surrender ourselves to love. When I found myself saying and actually believing that I couldn't live without you, I should have pulled away.
Love takes away the ability to stand on your own. We forget that it is possible to live and laugh without someone to show you how.
Love isn't just or kind; love hurts.
Love is getting your heart broken when your lover is in pain. It's caring too much and getting nothing in return. Love is familiarity and routine; it's getting walked on and let down.
Love is forgetting butterflies exist.
Love is realising the blandness of life in its absence.
Love is admitting you're weak but finding your own strength; it's complex and short-lived. When you really, truly, deeply love someone, no amount of time is ever enough.
Why do we fight for love?
