“My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left.  Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do.  He didn’t want to hear my stories.  He didn’t ask me questions.  he didn’t smile when I was talking to him.  He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good.  His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.”

~via mivxh

“You know you’re in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won’t laugh at you.  When you can see their face when you close their eyes.  When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are gone.  When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye.  You can tell you’re in love when you miss them before they are gone.  When their voice lingers in your ears.  When their presence eases any pain.  When their name sends chills down your spine.  When they are the only thing you can think about.  You know you are in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes.  When they call you at four in the morning to say, ‘I love you’ and mean it.  When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart.  When they are hurt just because of these tears.  When a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory.  Ultimately, you know you’re in love when you can’t imagine living without them, and can’t figure how did you live before you knew them.  When they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete.  The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once.”

~ Unknown

“I love how you hold me.  I love how you tell me I’m beautiful.  I love how you look at me funny when I say something stupid.  I love how you make me happy.  I love how you smile when I see you.  I love how you laugh when I say something random, or stupid.  I love the face you make when I snort when I laugh.  I love how you ask me if I’m alright when I can’t stop laughing.  I love how you make me feel.  I love how you tell me I look cute.  I love how you like my pajamas.  I love how you talk about music for hours.  I love how you say sweet things to me.  I love how you whisper in my ear when it’s really quiet.  I love how you squeeze me so hard when I hug you.  I love how I can talk to you for hours about anything, and you listen, and listen.  I love how we call each other as soon as we wake up.  I love how you sound when I wake up.  I love how you want to spend every day with me.  I love how you squeeze my hand.  I love how you rub my back, and kiss my neck.  I love how you lay next to me, and tell me that everything’s perfect.  I love how everything is perfect.  I love how you see the person I really am. I love how you say we are perfect for each other.  I love how you make me cry, but not because I’m upset or sad, or you hurt me, but because you made me the happiest person ever.  I love how I wake up in the morning for you.  I love how I anticipate seeing you.  I love how you kiss me.  I love how I look at the empty space in my bed, and wish you were filling it.  I love how I get nervous when I see you, but feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else.  I love how my parents love you.  I love how you deal with my picky eating habits.  I love how you worry about me, and take care of me.  I love how you pay for me when we go places.  I love how you insist everything will be alright, and make me feel at ease. I love how you keep me warm when I’m cold.  I love how you give me weird looks at awkward moments.  I love how you stop everything for me.  I love how I’m important to you.  I love how I make you happy.  I love how you make me happy.  I love how you make sure I stay in line.  I love how I only want to be with you.  I love how I only think about you.  I love how I stop everything because I get distracted and have to call you.  I love how you get jealous.  I love how you are when you are with your family.  I love being with your family.  I love how I can see myself with you forever.  I love how we talk about being together forever.  I love how you think I have cute feet.  I love how you tickle me.  I love how you get mad when someone says something to upset me.  I love everything about you.”


“I found myself again one morning when I opened the window and smelled the fresh daisies growing in my backyard.  I ran outside and danced under the sunshine and nothing had felt that warm in a long time.  The rays on my skin and the grass beneath my feet, nothing had been that normal in so long.  I found myself in the novels I read and the country music I played while riding shotgun.  I found myself while walking along the beach and witnessing the sun setting down.  It was beautiful and when the sun rose the next day, I found myself while trying to tie my curtains up.  I made myself some hot tea and thought to myself, ‘I’m gonna be alright.’ Because I found myself while pacing down the open roads at midnight.  And we laughed under the stars and I remember that the world is much bigger than I am and there is so much more out there than what we had.  I found myself while tracing back my footprints along the sand and listening to the waters rush along the creeks.  I found the warmth of living and breathing after all the tragic.  I found the person I was before I realized that bruises weren’t just physical, they were internal too.  But I found that person again.  I found the person who still believes that life is good.”

~Ming D. Liu

“When you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon.  You color outside the lines.  You color however you feel.  Blue elephants, purple trees, red bears, green oceans — it’s all good.  As you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines, to color everything just like you see it.  You end up painting by numbers — whether you actually paint or whether you write or sing or dance or act or direct. I think you should create what you feel.  Create outside the lines.  I want to watch green oceans and red bears.  I’d love to listen to purple trees and I long to read blue elephants.”


“There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t.  There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty.  You need to fill yourself up with love.  Not anyone else.  Become a whole being on your own.  Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot.  Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it.  Live for yourself and be happy on your own.  It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.”


“Often I ask myself why I’ve fallen for you; how is it possible I’m in love with someone who isn’t mine?  But then I replay our interactions over and over in my mind.  The way you tease me, our playful fights, the stupid inside jokes.  The way you look at me when something funny happens, the way your head jerks up when I begin speaking.  And the answer becomes obvious.  I’m in love with you because you’re my someone special.  You’re incredibly stupid and immature and blind to others feelings; but you’re also talented and funny and unique in your childish ways.  And you’re not mine, but our memories don’t lie.  You’re the one who read the love hearts to me, you’re the one who asked for a dance, but you’re also the one who’s afraid he’s lost his chance.”

~Excerpt from a book I will never write #1206 // I must ask you this: you’re in love with me too, so why don’t you take the risk (via excerptsofstories)