It’s time to move on, you and I both, we know it. It’ll be easy after this phase of hurt and pain is over, no matter what that can or will happen, we’re making it through together, and that’s all that matters.
For now I’ll be content to know that your love for me hasn’t wavered. Not yet, but it should soon. I’m finding there are plenty of new people here, how’re you holding up on the other side of the world? I’m sure they’ll be fighting for you. Don’t give up. I love you
I’m sorry but nothing you do can make me love her less and nothing you do can make me like you any more than I already do for you at our friendship level.
I don’t wish to pursue anything short of my true feelings and neither do I want to enter into anything that should make me feel otherwise. It’s awkward that this should happen at a time such as this.
We change, we wait. Even if I were to fall in love with someone else, I honestly doubt it would be you.
I don’t like you. I love her.
Let’s be perfectly honest here. Not a single soul deserves to know anything about you that you didn’t allow them to know. What they can know will be anything that you’ve already sent out to someone, a part of you that you’ve already given away; if it still remains a part of you - something that you told no one - then definitely so, it will remain that way. Whatever that they will ever know will be all of which that they’ve dug up, little fragments of yourself that (even maybe without you noticing) you’ve let go-when you’re walking, when you’re sitting at a cafe drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book, being tired and not wanting to give up your seat to that poor old woman who’s just as tired as you are, or maybe more so- I am a complicated being just as you are, but what I choose to keep for myself and what I choose to give away, are all but different.
This is who I am. Whether or not you will have a positive or negative reaction to my presence, or even my being; I will not change who I simply am or who I want to be if I feel that it is right for me. No, I won’t change for anyone that should tell me to do so otherwise, because that will be disrespecting the very essence of the person that I am. I do not find need for people such as these to become people that would ever (even on a minor level) to be affecters or influencers in my life. They should not even be scratching the surface. Of course I am talking about the general scale of friendship and not when you ignore the fact that I might be doing something wrong but still not tell me to change. That is another matter altogether.
I like all things literal, anything that involves words, or mannerisms, or behavior, or observations, or analytical skills, or preferences. I also like animals and a subjective field of music. In addition there are also many other things that I like: a decent level of respect, a healthy dose of self-pride, a certain capability of perseverance (not ranging on stubbornness most definitely), a limited threshold of withstanding nonsense, and of course, the balance between knowing your limits and a fair share of intelligence, and not forgetting of course, a whole legion of emotional soldiers.
Prove me otherwise that traveling by myself would take a whole lot of explanation than this
Isn’t it funny when your girlfriend’s roomies start hitting on you any which way they want just as soon as she’s gone
Either that or they’re all high on crack, I’d rather they be on crack
Somehow I still enjoy being in your room whether or not you’re still here, I feel safe there. And I feel that no matter what it is or what happens, there are no labels whatsoever, even in a relationship for that matter