People don’t know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it’s because they recognize how easy it is for love to go bad. To become suddenly impossible, unworkable, an exercise of futility. So, they avoid it and seek solace in angst and fear and aggression, which are always readily available.

I miss that feeling when you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning. It’s the feeling that everything is alright in the world. You know, that amazing feeling when you’re whole, that you’ve got everything you want, that you aren’t missing anything. Sometimes when I wake up, I get it for a moment. It lasts a few seconds, but then I remember what happened, and how nothing has been the same since.

It’s okay. It’s okay to want someone you can’t have. It’s okay to want something more. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt, and it’s okay to stay mad at someone who hurt you. Believe it or not, it’s always going to be okay. That’s just how it works. Sometimes things don’t work out how you want them to, and most of the time, it seems like they never will. But eventually, everything is going to iron out some way or another. You just have to believe, keep your faith, and move on.

Just because somebody flirts with you, doesn’t mean they like you. Just because somebody likes you, doesn’t mean they want to go out with you. Just because somebody goes out with you, doesn’t mean they love you. Just because somebody loves you, doesn’t mean they won’t hurt you. Because people lie & things change. Boyfriends cheat, best friends leave, & there will always be those people that would kill to see you fall.

I can’t help but think that somewhere inside of you, I’m there. Somewhere between liking me and loving me and everything in the middle, you got scared. The tingling and the butterflies terrified you. You didn’t know what could or couldn’t happen. Call me crazy, but I think I mean a lot more to you than meaningless kisses and empty feelings. I don’t think you can run away from this feeling forever. I think you are eventually just going to have to be okay with the fact that I make your stomach flip and your heart skip. Eventually, you’ll realize it’s the best feeling in the world. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long.

It does not count if you believe in yourself when it’s easy to believe in yourself. It does not count if you believe the world can be a better place when the future looks bright. It does not count if you think you’re going to make it when the finish line is right in front of you. It counts when it’s hard to believe in yourself, when it looks like the world’s going to end, and you’ve still got a long way to go. That’s when it counts. That’s when it matters the most.

You’re the only person that ever made me feel anything, really feel. Even if it wasn’t always the best of feelings, you’re the only one who could make me smile or tear me down in three seconds flat. You’re the only person that can drive me crazy, in both good and bad ways. You’re the only person that ever made me feel like I didn’t have to try so hard. And I know that you’re not okay without me either, or you wouldn’t talk about such things as you do. I just wish you knew I still loved you, and I wish you would do something with that knowledge. I wish you would grab me and hold me tight in your arms and whisper in my ear how much you loved me more, like you always did.