"The heart wants what it wants.
There's no logic to these things.
You meet someone and you fall in love
and that's that."
But, what if that is not that? What if it's the right person at the wrong time?
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Oh, fuck what “they” say.
At the end of the day, we all mess up;
we love the wrong people;
we count the bad twice as much as the good.
I read a quote today—
it doesn’t matter whose quote it was;
they all mean something different
to each one of us;
but this quote, well—
it took my fucking breath away.
It made me so afraid...
What if I’ll never be ready for love?
Ready to love?
Ready to give myself away?
Love is beautiful;
it’s a beautiful nightmare.
What if I fall so fast
for the taste of your poison
I think I am “inlove”?
What if I fall “inlove”
and discover I don’t belong there?
What if I fall “inlove” so hard
that I bruise my knees
and my heart?
What if being “inlove” is like dreaming
and I don’t want to wake
only to discover it’s not a dream,
that being “inlove” really
feels no different than dying
and I really can’t wake up?