All I’ll ever care about is you.
Ignore my heart-aching rants. That’s when the emotional, over-thinking part of me comes out. Here’s what that really translates to.
I am a big over-thinker. I over-analyze every action I make. I try to predict what will happen based on what I’m doing. I try to set a standard for how I should be doing, and then I try to raise the bar for myself. What I didn’t realize was, in doing so, I outdid myself. I over planned, and I was unprepared. I wasn’t ready for the position I put myself in. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have been trying too hard, and by that I stopped being myself. Maybe that’s where the little bickering started. It became a competition for us both. Who was better at being better? Well when it comes down to the wire, we both lose.
Usually I’d say something smooth like, “Well if I’m gonna be a loser, at least I’m a loser with you.” But being a loser in this situation, I thought I was going to lose the biggest prize of all…
From my attempts at overachieving I’ve learned that there is such thing as being ‘too good’ for somethings. And I don’t want to be too good for you. I remember back when this whole thing started, we were just right. Nothing needed to be added nor taken away. And then I go and try to throw perfection into the mix, but what a mess I made.
Thank you baby for sticking it out with me even when I was a pain in the ass. Which I know I can be. Thank you for showing me that who I am is good enough and there’s no need to fix what’s not broken.
You have always been there and it’s comforting to know that as long as I continue to be me, you always will be.
I love you.
Admitting you’re wrong is hard. Especially when all you want to be is right. I just always want to do right by you and when I fail, a part of me feels like I’ve failed you. It hurts, you know. To feel not good enough.. I know you’d never put me in a situation where I feel that way. But when I fail you, or do you wrong, I put myself there. I’m sorry. I just want the best for us.
Hiding behind the hopes that everything will be okay when it feels like I’m going through all of these potholes. It’s sometimes a bumpy ride. I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to have to rely on my hopes of what “could be.” I want to live off of what it is now and what will be, and I want what it is now to be better than it has been. You are the best part of me. You better me. You are my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye. I don’t ever want to reach that final goodbye with you. I want equality. I want happiness. I want memories. I want a love that won’t ever die. I wish you saw how hard I’m trying from my eyes. I wish you walked a mile in my shoes. That way you might realize that everything I do is always to better us, or myself, but the only reason I’d ever want to better me, is for the sake of never losing you. You are what my heart wants, needs, and relies on. I couldn’t ever forget the feeling of your lips against mine, or the sound of your heartbeat. Those feelings are some things that should never be left as memories, and I hope that they never will be. I hope that for the rest of my life I will get to fall asleep to the calming beat of your chest, and be awoken by the soft touch of your lips. That’s all I ask for when I think of forever.
I will always love you.
i see london, i see france…
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Foreeeeevvvvveerrrrr reblog !
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I love when moments like this get captured on film. I always wonder what became of the people in them.. I bet they wouldn’t have guessed that half a century later people would still be admiring them. And think how important that kiss must have been to the both of them, to go to all the trouble. I hope to be kissed with such fervor someday. And I hope they made it.
love love love
The guy on the left is looking up her skirt
Having so many people help you be with the one you love… It’s not like that these days. These days people try to tear relationships apart and convince others that it’s not worth it. But to have this? This would be beyond worth the trouble and effort.
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I’m at $64 is that a bad thing
I’d like to be taken to a big open field, or a rooftop, or anything spacious and free where I could just sit and talk about how I feel about everything.
I need to remember this everyday of my life…