You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling. But he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist. You feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories, puns, and lost hopes.

The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything -in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across your light skin, in a look not meant to be a look, in the movement of their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing it the first time & the last time combined - an explosion of sorts that will never seem to leave with time. These things have become pieces of us, that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it ever happened. But the reality is that it was never a figment - in fact, it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.

We lie together. Smiling and holding on to each other and the night and the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss, speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers, more than words will allows us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love. 

Throughout your life you will meet one person who is like no other; You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored. You tell this person things and they will never judge you.  This person is your soulmate, your best friend; never let them go.

I don't have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don't understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there's no way that I'm the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.

Happy is the person who knows what to remember of the past, what to enjoy in the present, and what to plan for in the future.

Some people have to close their eyes to dream, with you I only have to open mine.

Be as the still mountain; Move like the great river.

Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, bright stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Dandelions. Ocean waves.

here's to the girls, the ones that stayed up late hoping he'd text back and made up lies pretending he was too busy just to make themselves feel better. here's to the ones that gave him their whole heart just to have it smashed. the ones who couldn't even talk to their best friends about it because it seemed stupid not to be over him yet.

I think about you all day, everyday. Your smile, the way you sound and the way you say my name replays in my head constantly. As these thoughts run through my head, i can feel my heart bursting through my chest. Sometimes, the thought of you is what keeps me going. The thing that makes my heart ache the most is when i snap back into reality and remember that you will never love me like i love you.

true love isn't about finding someone who never lies, it's about finding someone who honestly means something to you. it's when you see someone and you fall head over heels over them and they take over your mind for that very instant and never leave. perfect love isnt about having a partner with no flaws, it's about accepting your others flaws and looking beyond their imperfections.

You mean so much to me and i need you back in my life. I know it may not be the same, but that doesnt mean we cant try. What we had together was like no other, and i completely destroyed it by making one stypid mistake. I dont want to live with the regret everyday of my life knowing that i let go of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

When he was with you, he was really with you.
He looked you straight in the eye and listened
as if you were the only person in the world.

it's just what college does,
it changes people into the person
they said they'd never become.

a girl is much more than she seems.
she is not a toy by any means.
underneath that makeup and hair,
there's a sign that says "handle with care"

you know he loves you when
someone else makes you laugh & he smiles
for the simple fact that you're laughing <3

the heart is the only part of the body
that can say yes when your tongue says no
and say no when your tongue says yes.

if "plan A" doesn't work out,
don't worry, you still have 25 letters left.

time together is just never quite enough,
when you and i are alone, i've never felt more at home.

there are going to be problems in every relationship.
but if the relationship is important enough,
any problem can be solved with determination.

if you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.

At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It's not like you're giving up, and it's not like you shouldn't try. It's just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

 

 

 



He kissed me. Really put his arms around me and kissed me. It went through my body like he had flipped some electrical switch and lit me up. His skin was so warm, and he was suddenly so beautiful, and I thought, oh, this is what all the hype is about.

I miss you, when something really good happens, you're the first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something is troubling me, you're the only one who would've understand. Because I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you're the only one who could make me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don't know where we went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.

You left a huge mark on me. One you'll never imagine. I cant even go to the movie theater without remembering all our memories we shared there together. I cant go to the park without thinking about the long days we spent just acting goofy together. I mean its gotten so bad that even when I walk onto my own porch, I still remember your face of how scared you looked when you first came over. We had some good times, and it hurts that you're letting them go. I know I wont, but I'll let you think I dont remember. I'll let you think that I dont know you think about them too. I know you do, I know when you see me, or the next time you come up on my block.. you'll remember, you'll smile and you wont realize it. But I'll never let you know I can tell you still feel it.

A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves. If he's not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he's showing up at your new residence to do it in person... if he's not doing any of that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately, he's just not that into you. Stop taking his calls and let him know what it's like to live without you.

People don't play sports because its fun. Ask any athlete, most of them hate it, but they couldnt imagine their lives without it. It's part of them, the hate/love relationship. It is what they live for. They live for the practices, parties, cheers, long bus rides, invitationals, countless pairs of different shoes, water, gatorade, and coaches you hate but appreciate. They way it feels when you beat the team next to you by one point in over time, and you know those two extra sprints you did at practice paid off. They live for the way you become a family with your team, they live for the countless songs you sing, running all those suicides. They live for the competition, they live for the friends, the practices, the memories, the pain, its who they are, its who we are.

Only the summer is over, not us. We'll never be over.

 

I kinda miss the bond we shared. I mean, who wouldn't miss that comfortable feeling with a person. Where we could talk for hours about everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle. Can't forget all the ridiculous stuff we did. Stupid or not, everything was just so fun. Endless nights, real talks, the "remember whens" I remember it all. And it's funny what life does, how it could just give you things and take it away so soon. I really can't get it to my head that you grow distant from people and that good things come to an end sooner or later. But along the way I learned one thing about life; it goes on, you just gotta pick yourself up and learn to keep up.

When you're at that point, when you feel it's all pointless... It's not. The trick is to just keep doing it, that's how you succeed in the end. It's the secret to life, do anything often enough, and for long enough, and you get good at it. So keep on. Keep writing. Keep painting. Keep singing. Keep dancing. Keep fighting. Keep. On.

I love those kind of nights that turn out unexpectedly good, great, and sometimes just all out amazing just because you didn’t really expect anything to happen at all. If only we could live just like that — with no expectations in mind. It’s possible we’d be much happier, with more memorable moments that would last us a lifetime.

His eyes pierce mine and for a moment I feel as if the rest of the world is closed out and it’s just the two of us. The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it’s medically possible to be addicted to another human being.