Purple Pleione

Have you ever just lied down in bed? Feeling really sad. And it’s that point where you have stopped crying, but only because there are no tears left. You just lay there, miserable. And all you know is that there’s this misery filling up inside you.

Maybe I should stop thinking about it and just do whatever I feel is right. If I think about something too much, it starts to make less sense. When I think about the situation, I feel like it was awkward and weird but no one else thought it was. It was probably me. It’s like when I think about a word and its spelling, I feel like I’m spelling the word wrong. Maybe I should just stop thinking.

She’s strong, because she knows what it’s like to be weak. She keeps a guard, because she knows what it’s like to cry herself to sleep.

When it comes to finding the right person, it all comes down to how well they know you, and how well they would be willing to get to know you. Finding a person who would understand your faults and love you for every single one of them. Some one who will cherish their time with you, and never doubt that you cherish your time with them. The person that can fight with you and hurt you, but still be there for you through thick and thin. It may not be the good guy, that makes things easy, but it’s the right guy, the one that you love, and you know loves you back.

I need someone who can keep up with me. I want someone aggressive who pushes me to my breaking point where I just wanna scream. Someone who will tell me I’m not always right, and that sometimes I have to apologize for what I did wrong. I need someone who’s gonna set me straight because no one has ever cared enough about me to try.

It’s better to just quietly miss someone rather than let them know and get no response.

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything - it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear. You have to take chances. You have to know when to let go and know when to hold on with everything you’ve got, and that’s what makes us who we are. Taking risks - that’s living, being too scared even to try; that’s just a waste. We all make alot of mistakes, but we shouldn’t regret things. Because at least we didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing, love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you’ll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding, but there’s also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along.