Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little black box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.
See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.
I like my definition better anyways.Another Piece About You (via brennanat)
The reason why our relationship didn’t work out was because the amount of effort didn’t balance out. Whenever a problem occurred, no matter how small, you wouldn’t even talk it out with me. You would push it aside and kiss me to try to make me feel better. but honestly, does that really fix anything? The key to all relationships is communication. When a problem comes up, both sides should talk about how they feel and then try to explain why they feel that way. Going on, both sides should stop and try to understand each other, then find a way to grow as one.
Our faults broke up apart. We were in an ocean of problems and we didn’t swim; so we drowned. However, I admit, I got annoyed and frustrated at some small trivial things and I definitely need to change that. But can you stop and try to understand how I feel? You claim, “you don’t know how I felt’. I know damn well how you felt. How do you think it feels for me to constantly put in the effort and constantly try my best to patch up the problems that you effortlessly pushed aside then get absolutely nothing out of it because you simply just did not care.
Can we try to work things out and talk about how we feel? I want you to open up to me and honestly tell me your sincere feelings. I think we should try and give this another shot because we should both put in the effort this time.
Unless you don’t care and you were in it just for the action, the pleasure, the reputation, and the title of being my boyfriend. If that’s what you were in it for, you did a great job using me and getting exactly what you wanted.