"The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. That’s the person you’re in love with.”
— (via bl-ossomed)
I think I’ve come to the realization that I’m lonely but I just haven’t found the right person yet.
There’s no need for forced relationships, connections or feelings. I refuse to try and love a boy just because he shows even the slightest of interest in me.
I don’t believe in love at first sight or anything like that but I believe in a sort of instant “click”, where you meet someone and suddenly they become someone you want to get to know on a deeper level.
Things like “Boys don’t like me” or “I’m not good enough” is not the problem, there’s not problem at all…actually.
It’s just not my time. I haven’t found anyone yet. I haven’t felt a “click”.
"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with ones who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2am, wild eyed and sleepless and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.”