“I believe that everything you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that’s bad, I’m going to suffer for it. But in my heart, I believe what I’m doing is right. So i feel like I’m going to heaven.”—
“So here’s a piece of advice: let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. Surely, there is someone out there who will love you even more. For now It may seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.”—
“You drive me crazy, the way you complain how I text too slow, and how you call me stubborn, and you’re competitive and a show off, you never talk clearly, and you’re never on time, you’re taste in music kinda sucks, and your mood swings confuse me, and you constantly forget my favorite color so you ask me what it is every week. But,.. I wouldn’t change a single thing because actually, it all makes you just so cute, and you know how to make me laugh, and you’re the first guy I’ve met that really listens to me, and I know I can talk to you about almost anything and you won’t judge, or laugh, and you try to understand me and you’re the first person I’ve come so close to trusting because you apologize sincerely and you don’t keep secrets and I’m really rather lucky to have someone like you”—
I’ve gotten to the point where I just question everything. I doubt, and I wonder what if. The what ifs lead to more doubts, and in turn lead to even more what ifs. It’s a vicious cycle which seemingly never ends, nor do I know how to stop. I want to let go because of the doubts—the logic. But at…
If you're going to fall in love with me, quick warning: I am going to stick my tongue out at you every 40 seconds. I am going to sing in the shower, loudly and probably really badly. I'm going to eat all the Doritos. I'm going to hog the blanket. I'm going to burp, alot. I'm going to jump on your back unexpectedly, tackle you to the floor and tickle you. I'm going to walk around in my PJ's, with messy hair. Some days, I am going to feel ugly. Some days, I will cry. Alot. But, every day, I promise to love you. I promise to hug you the tightest I can. I promise to let you kiss me, whenever you want. I promise I won't pretend to be something I'm not. I promise to make sure you're happy, and when you aren't, I promise to be there for you until you are.