I loved like this before. I loved so hard it hurt. I was eleven. But now I am seventeen, and maybe I am naive and stupid, like my youth walking through the hallway as if I was in love, before I learned persuasion is far more powerful than reality, but this is how I feel, this is my reality now, and I will not deny it to myself, just to you, and this is killing me. It’s killing me. You’re killing me. My head is in a jumble. And I love you. And I can’t tell you that, I can’t show you that, and it hurts. It hurts that your eyes no longer spark, you don’t smile anymore, but I smile. I do, I do. I’m not happy, but I smile for you; I can’t believe you don’t see it—the way my eyes search yours like I know they hold anything and everything that could possibly make me feel at home—it’s all in my eyes, I’m telling you. Don’t you see, don’t you see? Longing. But you can’t. There’s a dark cloud fogging your view, and you’re no longer there—you aren’t—I can’t reach you. Where did you go, where did you go? But I still love you, and it’s killing me. It is, it is. Your arms are dying to shelter, and I am waiting, wishing to hide there, but you forgot me. You can’t see me. I beg you don’t forget me, but you already have, you have. And I love you too much to leave. You see, Hope won’t let me go. But you let me go, you did, you did. And I loved like this before. I loved so hard it hurt. I am seventeen.
I find it interesting, we look for answers in religion when religion doesn’t even have answers. It’s blind faith!
lerabbit asked: sometimes I find myself looking through your blog for quite a while. I start reading what you write and then I keep reading and watching pictures until I realize woah! time flies by! I think I've liked and rebloged half of what you post haha Well I just like it. It is your authencity what I like the most. Anyways, just wanted to say hi. Have a good day :)
Hello, love! This is more than generous of you to say, thank you very much. I’m so glad you can relate. I couldn’t help but post this, if you don’t mind. Have a sweet rest of your day!
If someone is willing to tell you their story, you should very damn well listen!