Stay Single

Stay single until you meet the person who makes you laugh until it hurts.
The one who heals any pain they didn’t cause from the past.
But more than that makes you forget about it.
The one who shows you love isn’t confusion or pain.

Stay single until you meet the person and you just know with confidence something is there.
Stay single until you meet the one who teaches you to trust someone other than yourself.
The person who calls you when they say they will.
The one who texts back never making you doubt them.

Stay single until you meet the person who shows up.
The one who respects you and treats you better than anyone before.
The one who builds you up and believes in you even if they are the only one.
The one who makes you sleep a little better at night because they are beside you.
The one you miss before you even say goodbye.

Stay single until you meet the person who says exactly how they feel about you and doesn’t fear it.
The one who not only introduces you to their family but makes you feel apart of it.
The person who knows how to make you feel better on a bad day.
The one whose presence makes you feel a little more whole.
The one who redefines what you thought love in the past was.

Stay single until you meet the person who makes sure they want you in their fuure.
The one you look at and in their eyes you see the next 50 years.
The one who says I love you and you feel it in every bone.
The one you might fight with sometimes but you two never stop fighting for each other.

Stay single until you meet someone who makes you feel better.
The one who makes you happier than you ever thought you could be.
The one you think of when those songs come on. And you turn it up a little louder.

Stay single until you meet someone who is your best friend.
Your better half.
Your soulmate.
The person you can’t imagine unknowing or ever living without after meeting them.

Until then, stay single.

ㅡ via @/kirstencorleyofficial on Thought Catalog

Stupid Boy

I’m very afraid: of the aftermath, the consequences.

There will definitely be a day when we are both over it all. There will definitely people who leave and people who stay in the course of this tough period. And after it all, I will know who was there in my darkest days and those who left.

For him: I hope you know I really loved you. You’re the only person who saw through all my flaws and were still willing to accept me for who I am. You gave me strength and even though you’re so damn annoying at times, there will be days where I will look back and think about the moments we indulged in joy.  For every thing you bought for me, I cherish each and every single thing. From the weighing scale you gave me when we were still friends to the rose you bought for me on valentines day. To those museum trips we went to even though it kind of bored you, but you knew I loved it, so you went anyway.

I admit this was entirely my fault. It was also my fault for prolonging our epilogue. But I guess it was too much for me to let go, even if I had to. I was selfish, and still am.

I will remember the days you brought me to the movies and all the times you cooked for me. I will definitely remember times we cuddled till the next morning because we were too tired after training. Those impromptu stay overs and so many moments. You were so many of my firsts. Thank you, for everything.

And so, I guess our story ends here. I love you, stupid boy.

Galaxies Apart

“Maybe admiring you from afar was the only thing I wanted. The way your eyes crinkle at its sides when you laugh, the way you exaggerate movements to create humour during those hours, the way you’d easily get drunk and make amusing comments that make me laugh. Because you see, in between us there are galaxies. But those galaxies are just what I need. They make you beautiful and absolutely breathtaking. And maybe I don’t want to lose all of this. That’s why I don’t want to know you just yet.” – Excerpt from a book I will never write (k.y)

But what can I do? I already know you. 

Taming Wolves

What is wrong with being a good person?

I get it – she hurts me. I know that if I ever land myself in trouble, she wouldn’t be there for me. I know that she will never be the first person I share my happiness or sadness with. She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but… does that mean I should shut her out completely?

Does that mean I shouldn’t care if she lands herself in a fucked up situation? Does that mean I shouldn’t help even she’s on the brink of insanity? No. I can’t just do nothing – that’s just the type of person I am. I won’t be able to stand myself knowing that I had the chance to help someone but I didn’t. And over a fucking petty reason like that? No, I wouldn’t be able to even sleep.

So what’s wrong with being a good person? Just because you don’t allow yourself to keep wolves near you? Just because it’s your house? No, this is not who I am.

This is not who I will be.

LIVE

We live in the present. Who we are; what we are, it doesn’t matter at all. 

Who cares if tomorrow’s going to rain? We’ll dance in it. Who cares if yesterday was a bad day? We’re over it. 

We’re humans, we’re made up of stardust. It’s hard to imagine actually, that we were once nothing. And today, that nothing was born into something. Despite facing challenging obstacles and heavy burdens, we live. 

We live to enjoy every single day. We live to see the sunset and sunrise in our beaten days. We live to see us grow old and see the young, grow up. 

We live, not for yesterday nor for tomorrow. We live for today; for now and for the eternally elusive present. 

WE

It is human for us to cry, for us to break down at the edge of insanity. 

Have you ever felt like the world just came crashing down on you? Like nobody actually understands what you’re going through? Like nobody actually cared to ask you “what’s wrong” even though they knew you were suffering; that you were suffocating from this gigantic box known as the world?

Life is cruel; but so are we.

HUMANS

Does a complicated feeling wash over you sometimes? 
It does to me. 

This feeling that I can’t really explain. I hold it dear to me simply because,
I want to be the only one to appreciate and carry this feeling. 
I’m selfish. 
I’m sorry.

But we’re humans, aren’t we?