I'm sorry. I know we fight, but who doesn't? We aren't perfect. We're gonna fight sometimes. But I'm never going to stop loving you, no matter how much we fight or what we fight about. I just want to let you know that I love you and the reason I'M apologizing, whether I started it or not, is because I love you more than I love my pride. I would rather lose a stupid argument than lose you.

I thought I was over her, done with her..
But then there she was, and I couldn't breathe.

I'm sure if I saw you somewhere ten years down the road, my heart would still speed up a bit.

one day you're gonna want her.

 That girl that knew she wasnt perfect, but tried to be for you. 

That girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you, and loving you was the only way she could.

 The girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. 

That girl who still cant bring herself to hate you, even though sometimes you probably deserve it. 

The girl that should have you, but doesnt.

i  read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.

We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead
I found this letter, and this is what it said,

"If you get there before I do 
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be 

But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again

I'll be loving you
Love, Me."

I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years
But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears

"If you get there before I do 
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be 

But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again

I'll be loving you
Love, Me." <3

and so it goes, the lion fell inlove with the lamb...and  it was magical and exciting and blinding. we all beleive in love, because its the closest thing we have to magic. however, when that lion found that the lamb was no longer enough, that the lamb didnt satisfy her thirst,  the lion left the lamb, and found a new one. this new lamb wasnt broken or damaged, infact, it was like the old lamb was when they first found each other. so whilst the lion was now off enjoying life with his new lamb, the old lamb lead in a heap on the floor, broken, lost, alone and scared, calling out for her lion to come and rescue her and make her whole again, her heart beating faintly and her cries never heard. time and time again that lamb tried to find its feet, tried to get up, but could never quite find the strength to do so, and so lead on the floor and waited, waited as hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, in the hope that maybe one day her lion would return. but the llion never came. so yes, the lion fell inlove with the lamb, but the lamb soon was forgotten. so perhaps love is the closest we have to magic, but are we talking about good magic, or dark magic? because ultimately, does love not destroy us? is it not some fucked up spell that has been cast over us, that although brings uncontrollable, unconditional and irrevecoable love, also brings with it great suffering and pain when that spell has run out for one of the party? so here it is, that little lamb, now more fragile and hurt that ever, sits waiting for her lion to return, but the question is, does the lion ever look back? or are we all some part of a fucked up spell cast by hell itself?