The thing I miss the most is the way you looked at me as if I was the most incredible thing you’d ever encountered. When I was in the room…nothing else mattered…

Dear __________,

It’s really hard seeing you with her.  You probably don’t even know this, but I was in love with you, at least to some degree.  I know I didn’t act like it, and when school started up again I backed off.  You didn’t try to contact me, and I didn’t try to contact you.  I understand now why it was so hard for me to be “too close” to someone, and I wish I could have known that then…it might have made things different.  And even though it never would have worked out, I just look back and wonder if things could have been different.  Maybe you would have understood.  Maybe we could have made it work…but even when I think about it-I just wasn’t ready for a relationship.  I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.  I’m sure she is very nice, and probably more deserving of you than I ever could be.  I’ll miss you.  I’ll miss your smile that literally took up your entire face when you laughed.  I’ll miss the way you looked at me and how we used to laugh.  I hope that I didn’t hurt you, and that you’ll be happier now.  Have a good life.

Good bye.

Sincerely,

Me

My least favorite part of EVERY movie is when a pair of lovers confess their love to each other…

and immediately afterward proceed to make out and then they rush to the nearest bedroom as if saying “I love you” instantly makes them need to have sex with each other. 

I strongly resent that in the movies it is represented as Love = Sex.  I always thought it was dumb how instead of talking and sharing an intimate moment of love together they got all “hot and heavy” and started eating each other’s faces.  That is not love.  At least not in my book.

I think people who write action books that get romantic before you make it to chapter three should not write action books…

Just saying…

Confessions Time

halethesassmaster:

(although it’s not really that interesting idek just ignore me)

Whenever I start crushing on someone, I don’t imagine having sex with them or even kissing or anything. I imagine falling asleep next to/on them or them falling asleep next to me. Because sleep is one of the times we’re most vulnerable and being able to fall asleep with someone shows a lot of trust for me so I guess I fantasize about having that level of trust with someone??

Yet again, I am finding people who have the same thoughts as me.  I have had similar thoughts about people I really liked a lot, just imagining falling asleep next to them-but I didn’t know why it was so significant.  I, being a control freak with trust issues would REALLY have to feel comfortable and confident around someone to be able to sleep next to them all the time.  Thank you for putting my thoughts into words.

crushedviolets:

unjolras:

my body isnt a temple my body is a castle with a moat and crocodiles and a dragon who will set you on fire if you touch me

srsly

I understand the concept of my body being a temple…but I’ll admit that I find this hilarious and rather accurate in my case.

Why have I wasted all these years of my life being confused about how I feel?