IM MAWFACKIN 19 BITCH
The Irony.
“How in the hell did I get so comfortable with him so fast?” is a question that has left me pondering so deeply this summer. It makes you wonder how you even lived life without them. It’s like they come into your life, and you never foresee how big of an impact they’ll really have on you. Plans start to revolve around them, and before you know it, there is not a thing you don’t know about them. People say that every relationship goes through stages. You know, the first being strangers and the last being strangers too. I never want that to happen between us. You’re a keeper, I already know that. I never knew liking someone could hurt this much. I guess it’s just the irony of it all isn’t it? That’s what makes love so darn hard to understand. You can never wrap your fingers around it, and words on a screen could never justify it either. It’s like you so desperately want to take out a notebook of some sort and write it out like an equation. Only if love were that easy right? Things would be a lot less scary.
I can totally picture doing this for one of my kids in the future. Too cute not to!
(Source: leilockheart)
"He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, cause you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you."
— Bob Marley
Articulating your emotions into words is one of the hardest things you are forced to do. Whether you’re writing a college paper, or in a confrontation with a loved one, you are forced to pick up your emotions and articulate it in a way that someone else understands what and where you are coming from. As time passes by, you meet people. You meet people and you think “Damn, they really get me!”. You meet these people, and you label them friends, some may even become your best friends. You share joy, heartache, you catch yourself sharing everything.
You spend hours on end talking to them, going out with them. You never vision your life without them. Why should you right? They’ve always been there for you, and you’ve always been there for them. Until that one day, you try to articulate something to them and you just don’t do it right. It’s just not something they are willing to hear. You think maybe they’ll come around. But before you know it, they don’t and you just don’t give a damn.
Your life progresses, you meet more people. Some friends get left behind while other friends become family. You catch yourself falling for people you once thought you never would. You look back on broken friendships, and you start to realize some things are just not worth the trouble. The ones that are willing to stick around, will always stick around regardless. Your life progresses, you continue to articulate. Articulating your emotions into words is one of the hardest things you need to do, but you do it anyway because you know you have to. At times you might not even want to articulate. You think it’s just easier to face your fears and insecurities alone. But those loved ones, those special ones, they’ll always be able to see right through you. And what happens when they do?
That’s when you know you’ve done something right.
