It’s been a year…I never made it a year with anyone before..and I mean..my number is twelve..so it’s a bigger deal to me than most people. Then again, most people don’t quite understand how easy it is to make me happy…the fact that we’ve made it twelve months, makes me happier than anything that could be said or given to me. She’s my other half, she understands me without a word falling from me lips, and when things get bad…? She’s the first one with a clue and normally knows all of it before I even catch on.
She’s my world. She’s my rock, my fiance and the person I wake up next to every morning after we cuddle all night. She keeps me strong and going when I really want to give up. I can’t imagine life without her, and I wouldn’t want to even think about it.
I didn’t know love until I heard her heart skip exactly one year ago…♥
Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
im gonna go stand outside so if anyone asks im outstanding
you know how sometimes you want to listen to music
but everything you listen to is just supremely unsatisfying
even if its songs you usually love; they are just so unappealing
and you have no idea what you actually want to listen to
You actually put this into words
IMAGINE IF SIMON COWELL WAS YOUR DAD AND YOU WERE SINGING IN THE SHOWER AND HE KNOCKED ON THE DOOR AND SAID “IT’S A NO FROM ME”
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars…