“Everyone has priorities. If you have time to study then you have time to do something else after that. There is no such thing as “not having time” or “having no time”. Don’t make up excuses because you always have time. You just choose not to make time.”—
Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.
It’s expected for us human beings that when we find ourselves in any type of undesirable circumstance to immediately think back to situations where we could have altered our behavior or decision in order to receive a better outcome. This of course is a necessary measure that needs to be taken because if we don’t learn from our past mistakes how can we effectively avoid repeating the same ones in the future. But one thing we need to accept is that sometimes no matter how well or affectively we strategize our lives, there are always external forces that hand us little and sometimes not so little surprises.
You know that moment when you come across something that reminds you of them? The moment when you come across a photo, a video, a simple sentence you saw online on a random website that really captured your attention, or even a word can remind you of how wonderful your relationship is or how bad it has gotten.
A simple quote can remind you of how special they are or how you’ve taken them for granted. You get the feeling of shame because you feel like you haven’t put in enough effort, or the feeling of gratitude because you have someone so special in your life.
When you read an article online about a couple’s contentment, you would feel like you can relate because life seems so perfect at that very moment. So you take out your phone and the words “I Love You” or “I Miss You” seems to become more meaningful than it ever was before in a text message. You press send and start imagining the smile upon their face when they open up their phone.
Those type of moments make you realise for a split second how special they really are to you and remind you of why you fell in love with them in the first place.
It disappoints me when I see someone rage about their other half to the world. I feel bad for their partner.
No matter how angry you are at them, you should never publicly reveal how much you hate them in that split second when you are angry. It makes me re-think about what type of person you are. And most likely, I’d pity you.
How can you have the audacity to publicly call them on Twitter/Facebook/Tumblr/Insert-Social-Networking-Sites a; Dickhead, Bitch, Asshole, etc when they once made you the happiest person alive?
I understand that you are angry. I understand that you are mad piss at them for lying to you, hurting you or doing something that you do not approve of. But damn, seriously, that shouldn’t be an excuse to tell the whole world how much of a dickhead/bitch they are.
I would understand if they cheated on you and you decided to call them a lying whorebag, or cheating skank, or whatever words you can put together to make them sound bad.
But other than that, you should just keep it to yourself or talk to someone you trust about it.
People talk. They always will. People judge. They do it instantly. People pity. They laugh at your vulgar behaviour.
Your other half makes you smile and at one point or another, I’m sure that you felt like they were the most perfect thing that could ever happen to you. And just because they’ve done something wrong does not necessarily give you the right to publicly display your anger about them.
I was once a victim of this. And I feel like shit for doing it. But what’s in the past is in the past. I gave the wrong image of my other half. My friends saw a dickhead, not a loving boyfriend behind closed doors. They never got to see his fun and caring side. But instead they saw the side that left me hanging, that made me cry at night, and the side that lied to me.
In all honestly, he was a pretty damn good boyfriend and I rarely showed the world that. Instead I painted a picture of a beast that took my heart and crushed it in pieces.
I’ll be that guy who’s there for you until the very end. I’ll watch you go out with the guys you’d choose over me. I’d wake up at 2AM to answer your phone calls when he hurts you. I’d probably even drive, bike, or walk to your house just to give you a hug for comfort. The guy who you’d vent to about all your problems. The guy who would let you choose them because it’s your life and I’d only want you to be happy, because I’ll still be the one who’s there for you if things don’t work out. The guy who will always love you and never leave, even after you didn’t pick me the first, second, third, 100th time. I’ll be that guy standing at your wedding as much as it breaks my heart. I’ll be there waiting in the hospital as you give birth, even if they’re not my own son or daughter. I’ll be there to make a speech at your funeral saying how amazing you were, and I’ll visit you with flowers everyday til’ the day that I pass, myself. I’ll be that guy, that guy who’s there for you until the very end.
She’s all laid up in bed with a broken heart, While I’m drinking jack all alone in my local bar, And we don’t know how, How we got in to this mad situation, Only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard,
She needs me now but I can’t seem to find the time, I’ve got a new job now on the unemployment line, And we don’t know how, How we got into this mess is it god’s test, Someone help us ‘cause we’re doing our best,
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
But we’re gonna start by Drinking old cheap bottles of wine, Sit talking up all night, Saying things we haven’t for a while A while ya We’re smiling but we’re close tears, Even after all these years, We just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time
When you’ve lost track of time, when you just feel that connection, that spark. When you’d look at your phone and see that it’d been more than an hour. Where you’d talk for so long, then suddenly think ”How did we end up talking about this?!” The best conversations are the ones where you don’t even need to worry or think of what to say.. you just do because you’re just that comfortable.
There are times when we do things that we can’t seem to justify. At times we do things that we think is right and the other times, we spend days analysing the situation and the consequences and whether or not it will impact those around us, especially our loved ones. There are times when we tell ourselves never to repeat the mistake, but temptation always gets the best of us. Most of us will only consider half of another person’s feelings before making the same mistake. We forget about how much pain we put the other person through and what it can do to our relationship.
Sometimes we forget to consider and act on impulse.
High School has officially ended last week. I’m beginning to understand what my friend meant when she said “I’m not ready to leave”. She was in tears and that made me fearful. I realise now that… We are never really ready. We say we are prepared but we’re hesitant and anxious. Nevertheless, we walk forward and cross the finish line. Ready or not we will reach it!
We have reached it and I’m… Scared. I will no longer wake up early and put on my uniform, nor will I walk through the gates of the familiar ground as I unconsciously take everything for granted. Late notes, detentions and seating arrangements will no longer be in my list of worries. I miss it.
‘Hi’s’ and ‘Hellos’ will now be followed by ‘oh my gosh! How are you?’. Conversations will now be about my future instead of last night’s episode of ‘How I Met Your Mother’. Coming into school will now be called ‘visits’. Distance instead of growth of the friendship. People begin to forget… And grow apart…
I miss is roaming and wandering around corridors; into rooms; into places where I shouldn’t be, or visiting my friends who I saw 3minutes ago in their class and making up excuses and reasons to tell the teacher why I’m there. I miss the recesses and lunches where we’d sit on the concrete and just talk. I miss the sight of people rushing to the canteen right after the bell rings. I miss countdown of minutes and seconds to the end of a bad lesson. I miss the jokes and laughter. I miss the company of classmates. I miss the company of teachers. I miss the school spirit. I miss it.
What I love and miss most of all is the sight of familiar faces when I’m up on that stage for assembly. I think I will take this opportunity to describe it. It starts and I stay outside with the official party. I’m aware of the number of people inside the hall, and I’m very aware of who they are. The music plays and we begin our walk. I am nervous to the bones. We pass the low ceiling and I glance up to see my friends look down at me, I glance to the left and right to see my friends wave and give their silent cheers, I turn back to the upper seats and see my bestfriend grin at me. Imagine the excitement! Once I’m on stage I start to play this little ‘where’s wally’ game…well… Without wally. I scan the faces in the hall to catch familiar ones, there’s this moment of adrenaline rush when you and your friend’s eyes meet, its like you haven’t them in 20 years! The nerves begin to ripple away and you roll with the rest of the program. It’s awfully fun!
Last week I read the Goodbye speech with my bud. That moment, that very moment when I looked down at my grade gathered in one spot with their eyes on me at the podium… It really was a wonderful sight. I literally had to take a few seconds to swallow back my tears. I guess.. It hit me then that it really is Goodbye.
But… Maybe it won’t all be that bad. We’ll just have to wait and see.
It sucks to be fucked over again and again. It’s like there isn’t one genuine person out there in your life that can show you that people aren’t always what they seem. Almost everyone I’ve encountered have hurt me even if it was unintentionally. Every time I open up to someone and slowly let them in, sooner or later, they give me a reason to push them away or to stop opening that door and letting them in. Every time I give my trust to someone, they give me more of a reason not to trust them anymore, then I start to build more walls rather than bridges. Every time I tell someone one of my painful stories of my past or so, it’s like they were only curious. They didn’t really genuinely care.
It sucks to be fucked over again and again because in the end, you start to depend on yourself rather than others. You boil everything in and there isn’t anyone you can think of to run to when you’re troubled and vent until you’re content. You find it hard to trust anyone even the new people that comes into your life and your insecurities either goes at the same pace or it increases. You start to become afraid to really trust someone or give them that chance even if they “promise” they won’t hurt you. Promises are bound to be broken because everyone I’ve met that promised me they wouldn’t and that they’re “different,” ended up being just like the rest.
I just wished I had someone who I can run to and rant my heart out to. I wished I had someone who I can cry in front of and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to show that side of me. I wish I had someone I confided in because being independent for too long gets really exhausting and it’s not fun at all. It’s overwhelming to stay strong all the time. I wished I had someone I can tell my past to and realized that they’ll keep it safe. I wished I had someone I could tell everything to and realized that they really care, rather than to be curious assholes. I wished I had someone in my life that can see me at my worst and still accept me for who I am. If they can accept me for who I am when they see me at my worst, I’m sure they’ll see me at my best. I wished I had someone who wouldn’t keep me as an option, but someone significant in their life. I just wished I had someone in my life that I actually trust and I can contently know that they’ll be around for an extremely long time rather than to know me for a while then abandon me, replace me, and/ or just destroy me.
All I ask for is just one person in my life that I can actually confide in and tell them anything, everything without being fucked over in the end. I guess, one person was too much to ask for.
There will always be those certain people you come across in life where you just know that they’re “keepers”. They don’t necessarily have to be someone you should be with, but just someone you should surround yourself with because they make your life all that much better. Those people who are special by just being them, whether it’s because you share the same traits, hobbies, likes, dislikes, or personalities. Those people who you just need to hold onto the rest of your life whether it’s as a friend or something more because there’s just something special about them. Those people who you can just stare at for a few seconds and think to yourself, yup, (s)he’s a keeper. Those are always the people who are worth crying for, worth doing anything for just to keep them around, really.
I’m glad that high school has finally come to an end.
I am probably one of the few people who is actually glad to be leaving high school and moving onto the real world. I’m excited. I’m anxious and I’m pretty scared. However, regardless of all these mix emotions, I am ready to tackle whatever’s ahead.
I never really enjoyed high school. People tell me that I will miss it even though I say that I hate it and can’t wait to leave. Truth is I will miss it. But I won’t miss the people or the drama.
I will miss the lessons I got to learn and finding out who’s true and who’s not. I will miss having to wake up early in the morning because I know that I will be sleeping in more often now since it’s over.
I won’t miss the people. No. I won’t miss the dramas. No. I won’t miss the friendships. No.
It’s sad to admit, but most of my friendship with people were fake. They were unrealistic and they were… well, part-time I suppose you could put it that way.
There were only a few friends that I would call “real”. And those friends really stuck by me and is still by my side til’ now.
I’m glad to be out of that shit hole and not having to deal with unnecessary people.
I’m glad that I don’t have to be stressing myself out from the assessments and doing last minute studying or all nighting for an assessment.
I thought that I would miss high school… but as expected, I knew that I’d be glad once it’s over and never really look back unless someone reminds me of it.
The feeling of High School ending never hit me. I still think that on Monday I will be going back to school.
In these final days of high school I’m beginning to see so much more, appreciate alot more, understand so much more.
I guess the thought of it ‘ending’ exposes the real personalities of a person. This can be good as well as bad.
At these stages you find out who your real friends are, those who will stick with you through thick and thin and actually KNOWS you. And you find out those who aren’t you’re friends afterall and that they had been using you as a popularity count.
I’ve learnt that people could be SO different when they are with thier group compared to when they are by themselves. It shocks me sometimes how fast people’s attitude change. I’ve never really seen a ‘two-face’ until now. Wow.
On the upside, I’ve seen that people are becoming much much much more appreciative of eachother’s presence…which is lovely. I love it when people laugh, I love it when people act immature around their buds, I love it when people just act as childish as they want and everyone joins in! But the time will come for all of this to end, I’m trying to prepare myself for it but I know I will be devastated that these moments can’t be relived.
At these last moments, I really appreciate my friendship with people - one of the most important thing to me. I can honestly look at these people and say I will miss them dearly just because things won’t be the same without them. At these last moments… I know who my closest friends are. And I will do all I can to maintain this friendship!
“There are people who deserve you and people who don’t. If you have someone in your life who takes you for granted or doesn’t give you the respect that you deserve, leave them in the past where they belong. Surround yourself with people who challenge your mind and bring out the best in you. As for the ones who only exist to bring you down or cheapen your potential; let them find people who are better-suited to their own qualities and principles. Hold yourself to the highest standard possible. People who don’t measure up don’t deserve your time. People who can’t see past their own cowardice or their own arrogance don’t deserve your time. Anyone who doesn’t treat you the way you treat yourself doesn’t deserve your time. And if you are treating yourself in a way that gives people permission to take advantage of you, start showing yourself the exact same respect that you should be demanding of everyone else.”—(via raindropsonredroses)
Have you ever felt like you weren’t good enough for anyone. As if no matter what you said, did, or how hard you tried, you’d always fall short. No matter how genuine of a person you may be, it doesn’t really matter to anyone. It sucks, not feeling good enough, like a total failure in life. It really just makes you feel useless and tears you apart from the inside out, knowing that your best is not even enough for the people who matter most to you. Sometimes I just want to find a hole and hide forever.
I like playful relationships. Ones that doesn’t involve mushy things and holding hands in public. I like the carefree feeling of not having to talk to them, yet knowing that they are thinking about you.
I like the togetherness and knowing when to be serious. I like the stupid fights that lead to laughter instead of anger. I like the repetitive moments that end up being a thing between the two.
“Love takes many forms. Love of life gives you a sense of wellbeing and HAPPINESS. Love of what you do helps you grow and suceed. Love of people brings understanding and helps you value diversity. The wonder of love is that the more you give, the greater you FEEL.”—Carla Zampatti (via imsayingblah)
I’m sitting here trying to tie together my emotions because I honestly don’t know what I’m feeling.
I think the thought of high school ending has started to hit me, but not completely yet because at the back of my mind, as always, I am reluctant to leave.
As I walked through the hall way today, I saw so many faces; smiling, laughing, etc. When the bell rang for lunch, I saw all the students running towards the canteen line like a herd of animals. I can definitely say that I will miss that scene. I will miss those days when students are crowding along the canteen area, pushing in, screaming on top of their lungs to their friend in the line to buy them food and even the food, especially the specials on Mondays. Even though I never really took notice of these things in my previous days of high school, it has recently became clear to me that I will definitely miss things as small as that.
I will miss walking to class and bludging along the way, especially knowing that I had a teacher that was as down to earth as Miss Nagele or a teacher that doesn’t question why you’re late like Miss Ho. As annoying and hard as it is to wake up at 7 in the morning on Mondays and Wednesday, I will definitely miss morning classes with Mrs Rogers.
I will miss my dearest Drama Fam. A group of lovely students who I only recently got closed to this year. We are a group of spontaneous, fun and silly kids who love to pick on one another and just have fun with each other, regardless of the tension that went on outside of that class. And who can forget our melodramatic teacher, Miss Kenna? Who we can always have a laugh with and hum the ‘darth vadar’ song when she enters the room.
I will miss the days at school with my group of girls when we’re gossiping about people. As annoying as it is to have been labeled as the “bitchy group” in our grade, I am still proud to have friends like them. And as angry as I get at some of them sometimes, at the end of the day, each and every one of them have their own ways of making me laugh and making me love them individually. We aren’t that close, I have to admit but we do try at times. Even though I wish that we could’ve spent more time with each other rather than bitching about one another, I’m still glad that at the end of the day I have them by my side. I hope that we will still keep in contact with each other after high school. I want to make up for all those times we didn’t get to converse properly. The biggest memory I have of my girls are when we were at the year 10 camp, spending the whole night talking and gossiping and laughing about everything. I guess we all actually got along at one stage and it felt really good.
I will miss my high school sweetheart, who taught me how to love, the importance of solitude, and that no matter how hard you fail, you have to get up and try again. To be honest, at one stage, I thought we were going to get married. Although there were times when I found it hard imagining a future with him, he still gave me reasons to look forward to it. He loves basketball, and I did thought it would have been cool to be a basketballer’s wife, promising him and myself that I will be at his every game (even if I was extremely sick), front row seat, cheering on. He has impacted me greatly. We’ve been through so much, and so many things happened in our relationship during the three years that we were together. He was the first ever boy that I really liked and spent a great amount of time trying to please. I guess you could say he was my first love. He’s the boy that took apart of me away, and gave a part of him to myself. He taught me how to stand up for myself, and never give in to anything unless you know you have to. He’s still special to me and I’m glad that we are still close friends.
I will miss the library. Yes, I will miss the library because it’s the place where I spent most of my time in in the beginning of my HSC year. I found comfort in books and sat in a room by myself reading and doing my homework. It was the library that allowed me to enjoy solitude because it was a place for me to get away from all the busy people outside. And for an hour or two, I would feel free and happy because I’m away from all the drama and tension. It’s kinda sad isn’t it? But hey. I love it.
I will miss the toilet. I know right? Well, the girl’s toilet has changed so many times during my high school life. The color, the graffiti, the toilet itself. It’s ridiculous! I know that there will never be a toilet where I will see a shitload of graffiti in, and people’s utmost opinion about others through anonymity. I will never get to read about who the latest “slut” is, and who is sleeping with whom while I pee. Or which number to call if I’m feeling horny and wants a good time. However, one thing I will never miss is the period stains on the floor and on the toilet walls… (seriously, I don’t know how on earth it can happen). There is one specific cubicle that I always go to when I need to pee. I don’t know why, but I guess it’s a habit. And I guess I’ll miss that cubicle too.
I will miss the late nights staying up studying for an assessment or doing a project that was given out two weeks prior. I’m a huge procrastinator and I don’t ever remember a time during high school that I actually started studying or started my project the day it was given out. I always put off everything til’ last minute… even my trials. Yes, I know. I never learn my lesson! Even through all those late nights and waking up with 10 layers of bags underneath my eye and walking through school like a zombie, I don’t know how I managed to pass all my subjects. I somehow got through all the hard work and the annoying essays we had to write.
I will miss my person. The times when we laugh on ends about everything. We’ve only recently got close in the past year and she’s been there for me through every step of the way. She has seen my good side, bad side, angry side, bitchy side, every side possible. And I’m thankful to have her still sticking by me at all times even though I would get sick of myself if I were her. It’s kind of crazy, but ever since became close, she became one of the reasons why I enjoyed going to school. She gave me a reason to love school because she too herself enjoys it. She tells me crazy things and we always end up laughing about it. Even though we are not from the same group, we still catch up with one another when we get the chance to. When we talk, we talk on ends, laughing, and even at times crying. I have so many things that I want to do with her, like go to the movies, go to a concert, watch a play, and drive to the city. I know for sure that she will be someone that I will keep close to even after high school. I love her for being there for me. And I love her for being her. She’s the bestest friend anyone can have.
I will miss the yearly carnivals because let’s face it, when will you ever go to an event with a big crowd that you compete in events with? I will miss athletics carnival and mucking around and having fun with my friends. I will miss the competitiveness of everyone and how much I love competition. I will miss cross country because that’s the only time where I actually run 2km without taking 1 hour breaks in between. I will miss all of that because I know in the future that even if I wanted to participate in something like this, I will have to actually go through a much bigger process than paying $10 for the bus.
I will miss school photo day because it is the only time when I actually get to take photos with each and every one of my friends. It is the only time when everyone looks sensible and even though the smiles can sometimes be fake and awkward through the lenses, I still enjoy taking them. As weird as I look in the photos and not liking it and refusing it to be printed on my ID card, I quite enjoy it because for a split second, the camera captured my physical appearance during one stage of my life. And that is a memory.
When I’m starring at you, I feel like as if I’m looking right into your soul, yet still figuring out the mysterious spirit.
I find you very intriguing. You’re hard to read, I got to admit. You’re probably one of the few people that I find extremely hard to figure out. Your exterior is strong and impassive; however, I know that behind closed doors you are someone of far greater character. You smile and laugh around everyone else, but at night you go to sleep with a million thoughts inside your head.
What are you thinking about? I very so often wonder.
How was your day? The next question that pops into my head.
At times I hold myself back from questioning your sentiments, only because I’m waiting for you to converse first. I hold myself back from asking the usual question because I don’t like pushing your buttons, but then again, most of the time you leave me with no choice.
You know I’m impatient and inquisitive. You know I enjoy listening to stories and imagining the unthinkable. Although I never deeply questioned your presentiments, I am willing to sit there and stare at you until I know that it’s okay to let this pass.
As impatient as I am, your feelings are worth waiting to know.
And I promise you that it will hurt less in the future.
You know what really irks me? Doing someone a favor out of the kindness of my own heart and not getting any recognition or common courtesy at all. I honestly do not mind helping someone out, but if you are not going to say a simple please or thank you, then that’s just a huge amount of rudeness and disrespect right there. Are you seriously going to expect me to continue doing you favors after you can’t even say ‘thank you’ – two universal words known for gratitude? Well, you’ve seriously got it twisted if you think otherwise. Now, do me a favor and go find someone else to take advantage of.
"I don’t know how you’re gonna go in your next relationship, you’re scared of commitment."
You were right. I was scared of commitment. I was scared of the whole seriousness within a relationship. I was scared of having those fights that lead to sleepless nights and dreadful mornings.
Even now I am still heck scared even though I have such a wonderful guy in my life. Even when I’m with him, my heart at times still feels a sense of insecurity. I believe I still have a bit of commitment issues, and I won’t ever open up until I feel entirely comfortable. Although half of me am still afraid about the serious side of a relationship, the other half is willing to give all I have to my guy.
I was scared of commitment. I was scared of getting into the serious, comfortable stage. You have no idea how scared I was after being brutally abused emotionally by the first guy who I gave my entire heart to. I felt like I wasn’t able to commit ever again. Even with you, I couldn’t entirely be myself. I was still hooked onto the fact that we were going to get into the serious stage. And man, was I scared. I had to get out. And that’s what I did. I got out, and I made excuses along the way and I abused your trust and played with your heart.
But you know what? Now that I think about it, I realised that it wasn’t the commitment that I was afraid of. It was the fact that I couldn’t see a future with you. Not once was I able to think about the future while I was with you. I tried… but there was never a complete image.
It wasn’t my commitment issues that held me back from moving on further with you. It was the fact that I felt like I wouldn’t be able to love you for the rest of my life. I felt like I wasn’t able to give you my whole, even though at times I lied to myself that I could and forced myself to.
And when I left you, I thought that I would never find a guy that was willing to put up with all my shit, and my overdue battered heart. I thought that I wouldn’t find a guy that would make me laugh, and give me crazy butterflies I once had three and a half years ago. And again, I told myself that it was my commitment issues that would force me to run away from him.
But this is different. I didn’t think I’d give in to him. No. I thought I’d never find a guy that would make me laugh, make me cry and make me angry all at the same time and yet reminding me that he still loves me (in the strangest way as well).
I have to admit; at first the thought of committing to this guy scared the shit out of me. The thought of having to settle down with him and opening up to him made me feel uncomfortable. But I told myself to give it a shot. Give him a shot. Give us a shot. And I did just that. And slowly the days past… weeks past… months past… I grew fond of this guy. I forgot about my relationship insecurities and I forgot about everyone else that hurt me. He stood in front of all my insecurities, my flaws and all the other guys that I said “I love you” to.
I love him. And I never felt so much joy in telling someone that I do. He’s the first ever guy that I can actually imagine an entire future with. I can imagine myself waking up in the morning and cooking him breakfast, making him lunch and preparing dinner for him when he comes back from work. I can imagine myself fixing his tie and kissing him goodbye and telling him to have a wonderful day at work. I can imagine us having kids, him teaching our kids how to do things and laughing with them. I can imagine us sitting at the dinner table, laughing and talking about our days and talking about ridiculous things. I can imagine us fifty years from now at our child’s wedding and reminiscing on the day that we got married.
So yeah. Back to my commitment issues.
I am still scared. But he makes me forget when I’m with him.
And even though there will be times when we won’t be okay, I’m willing to go that extra mile, further than I’ve ever gone for anyone else just to keep us okay.
We’re always going to be okay.
I wasn’t committed to you because I can’t imagine a future with you. But him, I can imagine being with him every single day for the rest of my life.