You find love when you are not looking. When you are hurt and someone lifts you up out of that horrible spell. When you are not worried about anything else. When we can stare at each other and sing along to our favorite songs. You find love only when you deserve it. I deserved it.
I think that chances (whether they are second, third, fourth etc) are relative to the drive in a person. If my significant other makes minor mistakes here and there, but is showing me that they really do care about me, I wouldn’t be so quick to break it off. I think its because when love is real, its real. Life isn’t perfect but it comes with an acceptable amount of baggage. Now if I honestly believe there is better out there for me, I’ll move on. But if I believe in someone enough, I’ll stay where I am. I don’t know where I’m going with this but its been in my mind all day.
I’ve got a man here who wants to take your place but I want only you. I’m going through so much and the one person I want to fall back on isn’t there anymore. I can’t tell you this because you don’t care anymore. So what can I do? Sit here silently in my own misery.
I just wanna leave. Never seeing your face again would be a lot easier than this.
Everyone is telling me that the pain of losing young love is difficult but I’ll move on. What they don’t seem to realize is that, this is me. I was the girl who was perpetually afraid of commitment. I was the girl who dated a dude for 3 months and then jumped ship. So a year and a half is a big deal for me. A year and a half of the same person. A year and a half of not only thinking of yourself. A year and a half of it all. What is that supposed to mean? This is slow torture.
