"People ask why I still look for him in a crowded room," she said. "And I tell them I don’t know why."
"But maybe it’s because he was my light."
"And maybe I am tired of feeling blind."
Holy moly me oh my, you’re so cute that I might die.
Honestly there are so many things that feel right about this message.
Reading it was like sitting in a field full of alpacas while simultaneously being cuddled by tiny kittens.
I’ve actually wanted a cat for a long time now, but this will do for now. :) :)
You know there’s a serious problem when someone pays you a compliment and you automatically think it’s sarcasm.
The first time she said it, he was on the floor, looking for something.
"I love you."
It was quiet, as if a passing thought. But he froze, like it was the most important thing in the world.
"Say it again," he said, turning to look at her.
"I love you." She whispered.
And there was something about the way she sat there, quivering like a leaf, that made him want to sit down and hold her forever.
"I love you I love you I love you."
She was getting much too brave, and the words rolled off her tongue like they’d been waiting for a long time to be heard.
"I have been too afraid all my life." She said. "But I am tired now. Screw building walls and hiding emotions.
"I am fucking terrified, and perhaps I don’t know much. But I love you," she laughed. "I know that I love you."
Oh my god no.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT PRETTY OR SKINNY ENOUGH?!
Let me tell you a story.
This summer, I befriended a girl. She had the largest, prettiest, brown eyes ever and they lit up when she laughed.
And you know what? She wasn’t a model; not many of us are. But she was beautiful, because of her unassuming kindness. She joked about life, but took your problems seriously, and she talked to you with such humility, it was unbelievable.
You’d look at her and smile, because just being there made you happy.
She could outwit the sharpest politician and make the grumpiest old man laugh. And it wasn’t how she looked that made people fall in love.
See, skinny or not skinny, ‘pretty’ or ‘not pretty’ a human being can be beautiful.
Believe it because it’s true.
If someone makes you feel not good enough, they aren’t right. If a boy judges you based on appearance, they aren’t right. If you judge yourself based on appearance, you aren’t right.
Closure is apparently the rarest thing in the world.
But sometimes, I think it’s overrated.
You want to know why, but tell me, what could he possibly say that would make you feel better?
What possible reason could he make that would give you satisfaction?
You want to cry and sob, and scream at him to tell you why, and you feel cheated that he left so quietly, without a sound.
'Don't I deserve an explanation?' You think.
Sure you do. But he also doesn’t deserve another moment of your time.
Your past is your past. Closure is overrated. You can decide to be happy. Do it.
He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.
And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.
"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.
And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.
"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."
I am from a magical place where one can frolic through the streets at night in a sundress and not feel cold, and eat a hundred slices of pizza without a care in the world.
This magical place may or may not be Cambridge.
But why not come off anon? Let’s talk about how you know me - I’m curious.
He glanced over at her and laughed.
"Because when you can’t be happy with them, but you can’t be happy without them either… Yeah, that’s when you know you’re well and truly fucked."