just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you’re meant to be with them. my heart has caught up with my head. i’ve brought myself to this conclusion that what i know and what i feel are somewhat fighting with each other, yet they both know the answer. still, that doesn’t make it any easier.
he deserves a love like his own,
and so do i
“i love you that much”
“are you kidding, it’s the most sane thing i can say”
he stared at me and i felt
bright red brush across my
cheeks, his eyes started to
crinkle as i tried to rub it off,
but it only smeared
when you’re in love with someone, i’ve found that you love them so much you don’t understand how a person could not love them like you do. so when i see someone else hanging out with you, my mind automatically thinks that they love you like i do.
your belly laughs are
and i’m not afraid of that
kind of sick