Seeing that you sent me a message should not be making my heart do The thing it's doing.
There is something so pure and untouchable about the first time you fall in love. It might not even be the time you fall hardest, or the time you are happiest, but it is unlike anything else. I know a lot of people on this site are younger than I am and going through this now. Even though I am so happy now and so sure of my relationship, I still sometimes think I would give anything to be back there again, going through this all for the first time.
you're so tall and you're smart and funny and you like memes and dogs and your laugh is so damn cute and you play with your hands when you're nervous and your voice is so unique and you dress so well and you have the nicest face i am cryin this is so gross
I used to have a crush on you and when I finally got over it, I found out that you liked me too.
There's this very pretty girl that I seem to be developing a crush on, but I don't know if she is into girls and I don't think she knows I am into girls and everything is very complicated and confusing and I have no idea how to approach this issue.
Dear God, please give someone to keep warm on the cold nights, someone to sing along with me, someone to love so deeply that it hurts.
You are the satisfaction of opening a new book, of thumbing through the freshly printed pages and hearing the rustling of paper. You are the ebullience of hues on my favorite paintings, the gentle strumming of guitar strings, the dreams that you and I talk about into the dawn, my messages laced with doubt and yours with hope.
I think that perhaps I am still an unfinished sketch, a first draft laced with scribbles and corrections. The beginning chords to an impromptu song, not yet clearly thought out. A series of "incomplete"s and "try harder"s, trying desperately to catch up to you. I envy you, honestly. You, who know where you're headed, who has things so much more together.
Are jealousy and love mutually exclusive?