2.14.14 - 2.14.16Love is not just the butterflies you felt in your stomach when his best friend drun
2.14.14 - 2.14.16Love is not just the butterflies you felt in your stomach when his best friend drunk-told you, “Don’t ever break up with Sean, Pat. Whenever he talks about you, it’s like there is a sunshine coming out of his ass;” sometimes it is the embers that fill your lungs, waiting for the apology and comforting needed to extinguish them. Love is not just the good-morning texts you first read when you wake up nor the I love you’s you snuggle in before you go to sleep; sometimes it is the once labeling of wounds and scraping of scars that you chose to remember over the hundred times his words melted like honey in your tongue. Love is not just the fate that designed your same WF-schedule when you were in Freshman year, not just the song you both sang and danced to in a terrace of a school building, not just the necklace he gave you on top of the tallest ferris wheel in the country. It is actually the breaking of cliches, of expectations, and of hearts, only to find that there is no other person you would rather be in love and hurt with other than him.And you know it will always be him. -- source link
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