When I Say I Love You More

When I Say I Love You More

“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us. I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us. I love you more than any obstacle that could ever try and come between us. I love you the most.”

– Anonymous

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Fall In Love With Someone Who Makes You Laugh

Fall In Love With Someone Who Makes You Laugh

“Relationships can, and should be the reasons why we are so incredibly happy.

We should love life, and our significant others. And the people we choose to fall for should make us celebrate living even more than we would on our own, because now we have someone to celebrate with. You need to fall for someone who makes you laugh. Someone who brings the best out of you in every situation, who always gives you a reason to smile. Someone who drags you out of your worst moods and who can save you from your deepest pain.

Fall in love with someone who reminds you, every single day, what a joy it is to be alive.

Fall in love with a person who’s going to crack jokes at the worst times, who’s going to connect with your sense of humor, who’s going to turn your anxiousness into ease, your fear into confidence. Someone who will love you for you, and keep you that happy, carefree you for the rest of your days together. Because our time on earth will be short, and only laughter and love will get us through.”

– Thought Catalog, Marisa Donnelly

Open Letter To The Next Guy I Meet

Open Letter To The Next Guy I Meet

Dear You,

I don’t know when I’ll meet you, or if I have already met you, but there’s so much I need to let you know, before you start what I think is called The Chase.

I am a simple person. I enjoy doing things alone; I enjoy listening to music, reading and writing. I enjoy spending time with people; my family, friends and my dog. I hope you don’t find me boring, and I cannot wait for you to come onboard.

I might start to like you after a few days of talking, just because you’re funny. That might not seem right, but sometimes, or maybe even all the time, my heart works faster than my brain.

And when I meet you for the first time after all that texting, I will be nervous. I might shy away a little, but I promise I will be back to my usual self as long as you say something funny as you usually do.

It will be a huge plus point if you send me back to my doorstep on our first date, but if you don’t, I think a “have you gotten home safe?” will be incredibly amazing. I had a great time, I hope you did too. – And that, will be perfect.

Please do not play games with me. Ask me out when you want to, instead of thinking ‘maybe I should wait a week before I ask her out again’. Do what your heart says, and I will too. Tell me that you’re happy when you are, upset when you are, excited when you are, and I will too. Don’t make us a guessing game.

To You,

If you’re ready, I am too.

When We Reached The End

When We Reached The End

I toss and turn in my bed. Sleepless nights. Eyes dry from all the crying. I turn to the face beside me, trying to find some form of solace, but all I could feel from the view of his back, was coldness. Bitting my lips, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

Things weren’t always like this.

We met about a year ago. At a coffee house near my place. He came over to speak to me, and we clicked almost immediately. I felt like he was my soulmate. Such an overrated word, but yes, I found my soulmate. Or rather, I thought I did. He was very nice to me. He was smart; our conversations were always intellectual and challenging, and I always enjoyed talking to him. He was kind, and chivalrous, honestly it was difficult to not fall in love with a man as charismatic as he was. But as they say, “we should love, not fall in love, because everything that falls, gets broken”. And so, I fell.

Months went by and everything was great. We were just like the normal couples. We went for dinners, movies, gym. There were flowers, gifts, surprises. There was so much excitement and happiness. At one point of time, I even thought to myself “this could be it, he could be the one”. I don’t know when it started but soon after, everything started crumbling.

Maybe it was because we passed the so called honeymoon period. Maybe we got too comfortable with each other. Maybe we started taking each other for granted. All the habits or gestures we once found adorable started to annoy us. His burps became one of the things I would chid him for. As well as the way he speaks with confidence I now find so arrogant. He used to like me for my candidness, but now all he says is how demanding I am. I don’t know where we went wrong, and I don’t know how all these quirky things we used to like about each other turned into things we now blame each other for.

At first it was the minor arguments. Then some more arguments. The frequency increased, the volume increased, the vulgarities increased. In a blink of an eye, arguments escalated to heated quarrels. It felt like it was inevitable before one of us exploded. So someone did.

This continued for months. And here we are now, on the same bed, with our backs against each other. Not knowing what to do next. Not knowing how to salvage the situation. Not knowing how to turn back time and restart from when everything was still peaceful.

I don’t know what I can do to make things work, but maybe if I keep trying, it will be enough. I love him, and maybe that is enough. Under the sheets, I reach out to him and put my hand over his chest. Tears welled up in my eyes and I whispered, “I miss you, and I love you.”

The Non-Relationship

The Non-Relationship

“13. The one you placed on the pedestal

Sure, the guy who took me to the five-star restaurant, gave me the best orgasm of my life and made me laugh until I cried was great. But he’ll never be Jake.

For all intents and purposes, we all have a Jake. He — or she — is a past love we’ve planted on a throne that no future person could ever reach.”

Source: http://elitedaily.com/dating/non-relationships-millennials/1109332/

Goodnight, Dear Neighbour

Goodnight, Dear Neighbour

Marc

Every night as I lay on my bed, I peep through my window over to the bedroom across from mine. The lights are still lit. She’s still up.

Some nights I see her doing work with a serious face. Some nights I see her singing to herself. And there are nights where the lights are turned off before mine. Tonight, she’s doing a little dance which seems like a celebration of some sort. I wonder, what made her so happy today.

She turned over and I dodge, I hope that she didn’t see me this time.

Her lights go off. I wrap myself under the covers, thinking of her, the way she danced. I smile to myself, and this warm fuzzy feeling hits me. I don’t know how long I’ve been feeling this, but every night has ended like this ever since she caught my eye a year ago when I moved in. I wonder if I will ever gather enough courage to speak to her. 

But till then, please be well, and good night, dear neighbour..


Anne

The lights in his room went out. I guess he’s going to bed earlier today.

I’ll stay up a little longer because I can’t seem to sleep yet. Today was a good day, I went for one of the most amazing concerts ever, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Cues a dance move!

I sneaked a peak into his room while doing a twirl so I wouldn’t be so obvious. Wait, was he looking in too? Oh well, maybe I am just hallucinating like the other times. I remember seeing him a few times when I was walking home, and I always felt like he sneaked glances at me, but I was never sure.

I turn off the lights. I wrap myself under the covers and think to myself, will I ever gather enough courage to speak to him? 

But till then, please be well, and good night, dear neighbour..

You Did It Again

You Did It Again

Today.

We had a simple dinner at a pretty nice place. There was a live band. There was good food. There was you.

After dinner, we took a slow walk home. We talked about the things we were busy with recently, we talked about school, we talked about work. We talked about the things you like to do, the food you like to eat, the kind of clothes you like to wear. I felt like I got to know you better, even though we’ve known each other for a long time. It felt really nice.

We reached your place before mine. I was about to say bye, when you asked if it was safe for me to go home alone. You asked if it was too late. You asked if I wanted you to send me home.

As much as I hope I wouldn’t feel so much for that simple question, I failed. I failed to ignore those feelings deep within me that I keep trying to stay away from. Every time when you do things like this, I can’t help but fall for you a little more.

Today, you did it again.

And I fell for it, again.