Even though you pushed me away I dont want to let go.
You know I love you.
And, we’ll get thru this.
Love is not a color.
Love is love. You can’t see it, but you have to find it. It’s there. Love doesn’t hide. But it sometimes seems like it does. Those that truly love, believe they have truly found love.
If love is the language, then I must learn to read it. If love is the language, then I must learn to speak it. If love is the language, then I must learn to teach it.
There’s a lot of things you’ll never find. A diamond in a pile of broken glass. A rainbow on a sunny day. A way out on a dead end street.
But it is possible to find love.
Even if it seemed you’d never find it again. Love hides in the strangest places. In a babies laugh. In a held open door. In a smile. In a friend.
In me and you.
Seeing love isn’t the hard part. Finding it in what you see is. Sometimes you have to close your eyes and open your heart to see.
Let it in.
Let it find it’s place with you.
There’s a lot of things you’ll never find. Let love be not one of them.
I love you even with my eyes closed.
Love has no color
Day 74 05.30.20
Our little, stupid conversations mean more to me than you think.
We spend hours talking about anything and everything. You sharing your fun facts about everything you know or simple conversations about your hobbies or future plans. Sometimes we have silly conversations that are embarrassing to repeate to friends. I like these talks the best. It’s like our little secret kind of thing. It a reference to something only we know. It makes me feel close to you than any other person in this world.
Finding more notes from you 😔💔
Your love was so pure. ❤️
ive been so scared lately, the world is so hectic but im glad that people are starting to protest and riot, after all nothing in this world has been earned easily and if we have to fight then fuck it lets fight, i may not be black but i see you, i hear you and i’ll forever fight with you❤️
i wish i could go out and protest but my physical heath isn’t the best, 1312,
please be safe in these times
I love thinking about you, but I cant stand the sight of you.
I like you better in my memories.
That’s when I can tell you i love you.
That where we’re in bed becoming one.
But in this reality we’ll forever be separated.
I guess fate isn’t real.
Day 73 05.29.20
When I count my blessings I count you twice
You came to me when I was surrounded by darkness and you were like a ray of light into my life. You enlighten everything when you hold my hand. When you hug me you take me to another world where there isn’t any pain or suffering. You taught me how to live life. You inspired me to be happy. You are my world.
i adore you omg tysm and ily (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤
hello!!!!! 💕 thank you so much, i will admit it took me a bit of time to write that bc the title made my brain run through too many ideas. i’ve always wanted to write a fic that both povs but that’s a crazy amount of work fkjdhgjkd but thank you so much for your kind words~ it is nice to leave the drabbles without open-ended questions sometimes hehehe i hope you have a lovely weekend! 💕
Why is it so hard to find Dream Team art without having to scroll through dozens of posts with Dream and George making out 😔
“No me fío de nadie en este mundo pero por ti lo haré” ♡
Day 72 05.28.20
Missing you comes in waves. Most days, I am drowning.
I think we meet many people on our short lives. Some you never think about and others stay on your mind. Constantly. You are obviously the latter. Even when I don’t text first or don’t respond to your texts as promptly as you respond to mine. You occupy my thoughts all. the. time. I never don’t want to talk to you. Even if I’m at work or I have a gazillion other responsibilities between school and family. I want those few minutes we have together. These moments are priceless for me. You are my happiness and I can’t imagine a world without you in it.
Who am I to complain of a broken heart when the world out there is dying due to a pandemic?
- but it hurts so damn much and I don’t know what to do
All that talk about how I won’t allow myself to get attached to him and then a whole 110 days later, he’s saying goodbye, he’s moving on and here I am clutching on to the fragments of my broken heart. That’s it. It all ended just like that, like I never meant anything to him. I guess I never did, that’s why it was so easy for him to walk away. It was so easy for him to choose her, because I wasn’t even on his list of choices. I was just a nobody to him and it hurts. It hurts so much and I hate that it hurts.
- why can’t someone pick me for once
NOTE TO SELF:
When you’re tired, then take a rest but never give up.
When you’re hurt, feel the pain til it hurts no more but never hurt someone back.
When you’re down and feeling lonely, cry a bucket of tears but don‘t live in agony.
And when you’re feeling worthless and good for nothing, you’re not because you are someone’s everything.
Day 71 05.27.20
Only you can make me smile after having a bad day.
In the short time that we have known each other you have picked up on my little quirks. Some I had no idea I had. You notice my little habits that translate into moods and emotions. Some habits I did not realize express how I’m feeling like an open oil. I like to think that I can be a stoic and a straight faced person but you threw that opinion of myself right out the window. You pay more attention to me that even my closest friends. You have showed me and taught me a different way to be cared for. Relationships can’t always be about only giving. Or only taking. It’s a two way street and I’m leaning to get better.
4/28/20 - 7:17 A.M.
I want to explore you like an old graveyard, or an abandoned house - slowly, without any distractions or rush; I want to memorize you inside and out.