I saw it when I saw you.

It was when I met you, 

when I understood love song

and why couples danced with each other. 

I understood kissing and why it was the most beautiful thing. 

I understood why heartbroken people cried 

and why they stayed away from everyone when their hearts shattered

 because they needed their space 

to fill it with the voice of their lover who left 

and the memories to bring their hearts' pieces together 

then break them again. 

It was when I met you, 

when I understood what life was all about 

and why people stayed late at night thinking about that someone.

I'm right here.

That Girl.

 

Falling, Crashing; still Standing.

Time and time again, 
we love people who we cannot have.
Falling in love 
with those whom we can't be with.

Nothing hurts more than being so near yet so far.

My little quirks, 
not all will accept.
My insecurities,
not all shall bear with.
My clingy heart,
not all so uncomplaining.

It's so hard to find someone who'd love you unconditionally.

This heart's forever searching,
for its one and only.
I think I have found you,
This heart is beating for you.

...but am I your heart's last falling?

We could be everything together. 
We can make each other happy.
Kissing each other freely, 
and love with great urgency, not hastily. 

Darling, wherever you are, I'll be here; waiting patiently.

Animals know Love.

This raccoon never left the side of a cat who was dying of a tumor. 

The cat was comforted for the final hours of her life by her long time friend.

Kitties.

Good Night.

Would you tell me a bedtime story?

Bow Tie.

 

  

  

 

 

Old Fashioned.

 

I think old fashioned is cute. I think kisses on the cheek and forehead, actual dinner dates, and asking someone out in person is so precious. I don't think the guy should always make the first move, but I feel as if it's cuter if the guy asks out the girl rather than it being the other way around, because i's been like that for so long. I liked it when guys actually valued their girls and called them sweetheart, and beautiful, instead of babe or 'his girl' like she's a property.

Don't listen to him, I do.

 

 

A beautiful noun.

 

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Not because I'm some sadist but, Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

Laughed not.

Its funny how hello is always followed with goodbye,
Its funny how good memories can make you want to cry,
Its funny how forever never seems to last,
Its funny how much you'd loose if you forgot about your past,
Its funny how 'friends' can just leave you when you're down,
Its funny how when you need someone they're never around,
Its funny how people change and think they're so much better,
Its funny how many lies are packed into one 'love letter'
Its funny how people forgive, even though they can't forget,
Its funny how one night can contain so much regret,
Its funny how ironic life turns out to be,
But the funniest thing of all is...
...none of that's funny to me.

Beyonce!

    

Rawr.

   

Don't stop chasing.

Don’t stop chasing.

I think that one of the biggest reason why relationships do not work out in the long run is because at one point, one side (or both) stops trying. Before one claims another person as their significant other, they would do anything to make that person happy. They would chase, they would flirt, they would be charming. They would send daily morning and goodnight texts every time you wake up or go to sleep. They would write corny messages and pick up lines just to make sure that there is a smile upon your face. But once they claim you as theirs, all of those things eventually stop. The 5 page texts slowly turn into 1. The constant calls turn into not calling at all. And the lovely endearments turn into daily arguments. In order for a relationship to work, don’t ever stop chasing. Just because the person you want is now consider “yours”, it does not mean they deserve anything less than the time when you’re trying to win them over.