Never at the right time, I swear. You meet somebody and things are going swimmingly then life sees that you’re actually doing pretty swell and says, “Damn, she’s happy. Can’t have that!” And tosses something shitty in there. When you meet somebody and you share a connection and… Oh I don’t know, that person has feelings for you too. So it’s not just another ridiculous one-sided infatuation. But of course they die, or you find out they want somebody else, or they have to go away soon. Then you’re left to pick up the pieces and you can’t say anything or complain because everyone around you warned you that you’d be alone again and that the happiness vanishes after a while. Then you’d be back to watching cheesey romantic comedies alone while you give your friends advice on THEIR wonderous relationships and listen to them gab happily about how they think they’ve found ‘the one’. So you can’t help but question yourself…

They always want somebody else, so nobody will ever fucking want me.

I’ve been thinking alot about the idea of love lately and how it plays out in romantic relationships. It’s such a crazy concept to grasp, so can two people be whole-heartedly in love with eachother forever? With no desire for another partner or space or anything else but a future with their signifigant other, for an eternity…?

Can someone be with another person and be entirely commited to them and so madly in love that all they want is that person- and KNOW for a solid fact that their partner wants the same and the need for eachother is mutual? It’s a charming thought but when you think about it most relationships end because one person is more commited to their partner than they are. Then someone in the relationship gets bored or tired or fed up and finally leaves.

Love doesn’t work because there’s always someone deeper in love than their beloved is with them.

Imagine how beautiful it would be if the love was completely mutual like in Romeo and Juliet?

Isn’t it insane how one can automatically block out a single person’s horrible traits and pretend they don’t exist, just to live in the blissful denial of a one-sided relationship? Even if you don’t tell me I’m beautiful anymore, I still get a rush of giddiness when you look my way. Even if I pretend not to care, it stills kills me inside to see you look at other girls. Even if I swear on my life that I’m so glad that I can finally look at you and feel nothing… I still know it’s a lie.

What kills me most is to know that this is all probably just me being an idiot again. You probably don’t think of me as much as I think of you. Come to think of it, I probably never cross your mind. Why does this little voice in my head keep telling me that I don’t want anyone else? Billions of people belonging to the male population and all I want is you- despite all of your faults and mistakes. Even if you can’t accept my own. You’re not the epitome of perfection and niether am I, so why can’t you understand that I can’t be your dream girl? We had something special and you threw it all down the drain- and for what? Am I really the only one who is still haunted by our memories?

This is why it’s so difficult for me to believe in love.

Now all I’m left with is the memory of your stupid brown eyes while you can easily jump into love again with any unsuspecting chick you meet.

I guess I’ll just sit here and pretend to be over you until you become slightly interested in me again.

I love you.

I hate you.

Bye.

If a guy spontaneously danced with me in the middle of the street at night without any music at all, I’d probably marry him on the spot.

*cough* Especially if it’s Ryan Gosling…

Were you ever even mine?

Reblog if you wish guys would stop picking the fucking rotten apples.

I love him but when the night is over, he is gone. A river’s just a river. Without him this world around me changes, the trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers. I love him but everyday I’m learning all my life I’ve only been pretending-

Without me his world would go on turning. A world that’s full of happiness that I have never knooooooown. Marius, you’re an idiot for chosing the generic rich girl over Eponine. -_-