easy?
whoever said life was easy lied. but you know what, you have to take the good with the bad. and when you find something good, maybe you gotta put up with a lot of things. maybe you need that to make you appreciate it. maybe.
you know, i never even had to stop and wonder if he's worth it. sometimes, yes, i wonder if this is for nothing. if, at the end, things will just disintegrate or worse, something horrible will happen to make me think, you know, i never knew this person at all. not really. but those are just moments of thinking, what i feel tells me he's good, tells me he's genuine and good and will be good for me. not hurt me. i want to trust somebody. i don't want to look over my shoulder and wonder about things.
she said, the more i hear, the more i dislike him. and when i think about it like that, i feel the same way. but when i go with my heart, when i just feel him, i know it's real. and i know i can't lose this. sure, if something happened i would be ok. i would go on, live, breathe. i don't need him. i've never been so ok on my own as now. so sure of myself. but for whatever reason i found him now, and i don't intend to let him go over things that are out of his control. i want to be there for him. i want to be good for him. i want to have what i never had, to show him what he knew it could be like...
i like it when you say things that imply we have a future. of course we do, he said. we do. i think things could/will be so good for us. to wake up every day next to someone you can't get enough of. literally can't get enough of. [i read that today on a review for a musician. how can that be literally, i asked. how?] but anyway, to wake up across the bed and absolutely hate that you spent that time, however many hours or minutes you were asleep and across the bed, hate that you spent that time out of his arms, even though you were sleeping, when you could have been holding him. that's what every day could be like.
i love his face. i love sitting next to him. i just love everything about him. everything. because really, this other stuff isn't about him. it's not his fault. i want to be there when this is over. because maybe he doesn't, but i think he needs me.
i think, when i pray, i say thank you for giving me this person. thank you for giving me something so wonderful i couldn't have imagined i'd feel this way. i know you wouldn't have had me meet this person and feel this way if it wasn't right. because if it's not right then everything i know is wrong.
he said, am i worth this much trouble? and i said you're worth ten times this much trouble, maybe a hundred times worth this trouble. and what i meant was, you're worth a million times this much trouble. but i can't say that yet, can i?
you know, i never even had to stop and wonder if he's worth it. sometimes, yes, i wonder if this is for nothing. if, at the end, things will just disintegrate or worse, something horrible will happen to make me think, you know, i never knew this person at all. not really. but those are just moments of thinking, what i feel tells me he's good, tells me he's genuine and good and will be good for me. not hurt me. i want to trust somebody. i don't want to look over my shoulder and wonder about things.
she said, the more i hear, the more i dislike him. and when i think about it like that, i feel the same way. but when i go with my heart, when i just feel him, i know it's real. and i know i can't lose this. sure, if something happened i would be ok. i would go on, live, breathe. i don't need him. i've never been so ok on my own as now. so sure of myself. but for whatever reason i found him now, and i don't intend to let him go over things that are out of his control. i want to be there for him. i want to be good for him. i want to have what i never had, to show him what he knew it could be like...
i like it when you say things that imply we have a future. of course we do, he said. we do. i think things could/will be so good for us. to wake up every day next to someone you can't get enough of. literally can't get enough of. [i read that today on a review for a musician. how can that be literally, i asked. how?] but anyway, to wake up across the bed and absolutely hate that you spent that time, however many hours or minutes you were asleep and across the bed, hate that you spent that time out of his arms, even though you were sleeping, when you could have been holding him. that's what every day could be like.
i love his face. i love sitting next to him. i just love everything about him. everything. because really, this other stuff isn't about him. it's not his fault. i want to be there when this is over. because maybe he doesn't, but i think he needs me.
i think, when i pray, i say thank you for giving me this person. thank you for giving me something so wonderful i couldn't have imagined i'd feel this way. i know you wouldn't have had me meet this person and feel this way if it wasn't right. because if it's not right then everything i know is wrong.
he said, am i worth this much trouble? and i said you're worth ten times this much trouble, maybe a hundred times worth this trouble. and what i meant was, you're worth a million times this much trouble. but i can't say that yet, can i?
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