We May Be Just Friends But I Get Butterflies In My Stomach When You Speak In German To Me. Even More

I hate myself because no one has ever cared enough to teach me why I should love it.

Then I met you

Sitting in complete silence with you isn't awkward anymore. In fact, it brings me great joy in knowing that just my presence is enough for you. And that we don't need to do anything of extravagance is a comfort of its very own.

While you slept with your dog

Dear Expectations, You are always there when I need you the least. You make a simple task feel immensely impossible. You run my fingers raw while writing a paper, my mind to exhaustion to be absolute perfection, and my body to sleep deprivation in search of a grade no less than what I need to pass. In the search of a way around you, I stand in your shadow, unable to overtake the panic that you make arise in my chest, the pounding that never ceases until after the deadline has passed or my grade sealed in the grave that you have been helping me dig. your shadow isn't big enough to keep me inside, it is not bog enough to harbor the panic and the anxiety that you bring with you wherever you go. Following you like two hungry watch dogs, waiting for me to fall to the ground, to feast upon what is left.  While you are there to bring me up when I have to do my best, you bring an illusion of a silver lining making this seem worth it in the slightest sense. For the reward of praise is too much to ask from you when all you deal in deceit and terror.

With no love

I love how we lay together in bed. How we end up tangled together, hands folded together almost like we'd fear getting separated. The feeling of your chest rising and falling comforts me more than words can describe. The feeling of your breath on my cheek, neck, or where ever your face may be at 3 am makes me relaxed knowing that you are still with me. I love waking up to see your beautiful face, and I love seeing your beautiful face watching me upon waking up.

My love is for the beauty of us

"Even if you are with her I could've sworn you looked to me even though she was right there."

- 2 AM Thoughts (via, wounded-writing)

How do you love someone who won’t love you back? Easy. You suffer in silence and pray for something to stop the pain. Whether or not it is the person you love is completely up to circumstance. But I can’t say I’d take love from someone else over the bullet to heart that you so easily gave to me.

From the bottom of my (not yet dead) heart

I still look for you during my games even though we ended it months ago.

On the court or bench

I don't think you know how many times you've talked me off a ledge without even realizing it.

I really do need you

I thought this type of love could only happen in the books. Where the girl finds the guy of her dreams and everything falls into place. I wish I could experience what it’s like to fall for you again, because it was perfect in every sense amd every book would die to know how it was written.

The day will come when I’m over you. That day may be the same day you realize you love me too. I can’t wait forever but you and your feelings can take their time. Because what was lost for me may return, but not the same as it was before.

Is this flirting or am I thinking too much?