“I could be anything in this world but I wanted to be his.”
— Rupi Kaur, the sun and her flowers
this is me
me with tumblr on my screen someone: oh u have tumblr? me: no
They may not have loved you, but they did change you. They taught you. They grew you.
Bianca Sparacino (via thoughtkick)
He’s not my happy ending but he thought me that I’m easy to love and hard to leave and for that, I’ll be forever grateful.
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When you light a lantern and send it into the sky, you’re supposed to make a wish. I thought I wanted a promise that Peter and I would never hurt each other. I wanted something that doesn’t exist. I wanted happily ever after. But I know now that I don’t want a love in half measures. I want it all. And to have it all, we have to risk it all. If I could do it over, I wouldn’t change a thing. Because everything that’s happened has brought us here. This is our story, and we’re still at the beginning.
I fell in love with my bestfriend. But he didn’t chase me. He had his doubts about me. Means he is careful about who he lets into his life. He didn’t whisper sweet nothings to my ears. He just answers my phone calls when I call him. He doesn’t parade our relationship on social media. I am not his shiny new toy. I am his hidden gem. He doesn’t put me first. He has his parents, his beautiful nieces and nephew, his siblings, his health, his life. He wasn’t jealous if I talk to my peers or work with other guys, he lets me grow. He didn’t care that I had 2 million followers on Twitter. He knows all the 10 real friends I have and their names. He can’t remember the title of my songs, but he remembers his niece’s birthday. He didnt forgo his friends for me. His friends were there for him when he needed them before i came into his life. He would never immediately agree to my thoughts. He tells me if im wrong. And when im right, he acknowledges it.
All this time I thought love was all about how a man should profess his love, flowers at my door, letters saying he’s in love, enslaving his entire being to me, but here is this person, who just wants to be sure he is the best man that he can be for himself, his family, and the world. And at the end of the day, he tells me all about it. All these things that he does or does not do, for some reason, he wants to share all of them with me.
I am his best friend. And for that, I am the luckiest girl in the world.