I need him.

As pathetic and unfeministic as that sounds, it's true. He makes me go from the disestablishmentarianist to sweethearted ingenous girl. Sure, I "loose my cool" and look like a dorky looser around him, but you know what? I'm okay with that. Because we're both loosers when it comes down to it. And as my dreams die and my heart starts to break, I like to think that he'd be there to help me through it, like he always is. It won't get better, because nothing can help these poor broken shards of my heart. It will NEVER get better, and I will NEVER forget him. We aren't the same; but that's fine. I don't want someone the same as me. I just want him. I feel complete, alive, and as hard as it is to believe, happy around him. If he can make me happy, he's the only one. Poor boy has never seen me cry myself to sleep. But maybe I wouldn't need to, if he was sitting next to me, stroking my soft blond hair and whispering sweet words into my ear as the moonlight shines upon us. Yeah, I can live without him. No, I don't want to. He's everything to me. And I thank God every day that I have him. Oh, I am very grateful. And so sad.
Love is undescribable. It sucks, it's amazing, it's sweet, it's heartache, it's heartbreak, it's tears streaming down my face, it's the smile lighting up my face as he laughs. It's something you have to live to know.


-- Post From My iPhone