I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
I finally understand why people hold their belief in love at some points.
I miss you.
Right after you left that very morning. Just can’t resist that.
I have already missed some person before you, but it is different with you. It is not that explosive feeling in which I really need to get that out to social media to make it obvious for every netizen. You gave me that subtle kind of sparks that really calm me down, and yes comfort me to a very mature level.
I understand why she treasures you so much. Because you are that one thing who always put someones together and stick their feet to the ground even when they can’t do that particular thing. I can’t say that I am 100% satisfied with what we are right now.
Those jokes you made about going to NZ and have a life there are just out of the world. I really want to take you there; propose to you and find a way to bind us as one till death do us part.
You are the first person who can make me fall in love again to my religion and life in general. This transform me, you make me in love with the universe. I want to have you beyond my biological needs, I want you to guide me to be a better man. And, so far you’re pretty good at it.
I miss your scent that this last three months sends me to sleep.
I miss waking up to you, your peaceful smile. Your rugged beard, and what nots.
I still freshly remember how you numb my right arm on our way back home that night. I want to rest my head on yours that night, but I knew I can’t do that.
I want to call you right now and tell you how much I want to bite your shoulder and scream my heart out. Hahahaha
Don’t think of yourself being a hero by holding everything inside or taking yourself out of the picture.
Remember that everyone needs a support system.
Friends, family, counselors, hotlines, even caring strangers.
They’re there for a reason.
Don’t take them for granted.
Life is tough. The world is really a battlefield. Should you guys have children, teach them to be resilient, raise them to be men/women of character, ingrain in them the art of persistence. The odds are going to be against them, and it’ll seem so easy to just give up. My god, if my mother had not…
So, this is how it feels to come home to someone. Wrong person. But it feels really good. I feel like I’m channeling others happiness to have my own.
What happens out of love is always beyond good and evil