i’ve waited a hundred years but i’d wait a million more for you nothing prepared me for what the privilege of being yours would do
if i had only felt the warmth within your touch if i had only seen how you smile when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough i would have known what i was living for all along what i’ve been living for
your love is my turning page Where only the sweetest words remain every kiss is a cursive line every touch is a redefining phrase
i surrender who i’ve been for who you are for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart if i had only felt how it feels to be yours well, i would have known what i’ve been living for all along what i’ve been living for
though we’re tethered to the story we must tell when i saw you, well, i knew we’d tell it well with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees
I picked the wrong night to argue with my brother. My phone is now being held hostage and he is threatening to “forget where I hid it”. By the way I can’t even call my phone to find it, it’s on silent of course :(
I’m done. I feel like you never put any effort into anything and yet you have the nerve to complain about how you missed out on things. In my opinion the problems you complain about are caused by you in the first place. If something bothers you that much then put in the effort to change things into the way you want them to be. It feels like you get caught up in your own world and feelings. It seems like you don’t stop to consider how the other person is feeling and you just focus on how you feel you’ve been wronged. It’s like you forget about everyone else sometimes.
The thing is I probably wont ever say this to you in person. I’m worried you’ll get defensive and then say harsh things to me, when I would just be telling you how I feel. I’m not saying you’re a horrible person or that I dislike you, but this is how I have been feeling lately.