(people always say that when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. but that’s not true, is it? you know, and i know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.)
(via this--too--shall--pass)
You know it’s never fifty-fifty. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
(via prima-volta-deactivated20130107)
It his me like like a hurricane: the realization that what I’ve labeled friendship is - on my end, anyway - more than that. And the understanding that what I want from her is something I will never have. I’ve been here before, so I know how to act, how to pretend. After all, I’d much rather have a piece of her than nothing at all.
It’s crazy, right? To love someone who’s hurt you? It’s even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.
Someone real. Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who’s smart, but know how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands that music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I’ve known my whole life, even if I haven’t.
Because when you love someone, you don’t see the parts of him you don’t like.
The bottom line is that people don’t change, that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into someone she’s not.
You don’t want to get involved with me. Everything is going so well for you now, and I’d only be trouble. I don’t know what I want. Please don’t push me, because I don’t know how strong I can be. I can’t even tell you what I’m going to do tomorrow.
