Don’t think about it,
Not for a moment.
Don’t think about the way his heart pounds when she holds it.
Don’t think about the kisses they’ll exchange,
Or their Valentine’s Day,
Because, darling, you can’t fucking control it.
You should have known that perfect smile
He’d reveal for you
And nothing new.
Because he’s flashed those pearly whites before,
And he’ll do it again
And sometimes you’ll joke you want to give up on men,
But that’s not true; you want him more now than you ever wanted him then.
And you’ll scream, and you’ll cry, and you’ll turn to your pen,
And you’ll tear out your hair and chew in multiples of ten,
And yes you know not now but when, fucking when?
When will it be your turn to make him fall in love?
Of course the answer is nagging that the back of your throat;
That heart-crushing, gut-twisting response you know better than most;
It feels etched into your skin.
For you unrequited isn’t a possibility but an expectation,
So why should it hurt to hear it once more?
Go back to being paralysed by the fact that he doesn’t want you,
And pretend this doesn’t tear you apart at your core.
Sometimes I judge people by how much of The Princess Bride they can quote.
fun fact At my cousin’s wedding ceremony, his brother recited this to them as the best man speech and everyone started laughing and i think the bride started to cry
If this is not recited at some point during my wedding I will be greatly disappointed.
God is amazing and you are made in the image of amazing.
*googles how not to be an asshole in an email*
*refuses to ever come out from my duvet fort because I’m a dumb idiot*
The fact is, I need God to help me love God. And if I need His help to love Him, a perfect being, I definitely need His help to love other, fault-filled humans.
"Get up the dog needs a walk"
Good morning to you to, mother -_-