“I have fallen in love too fast for this to be anything but fate.”
A.M. {as always}
let’s hide under the covers of stolen glances and goofy faces,
the uncontrollable laughter and obvious admiration,
while we endlessly argue the fact that we are not in love
- to my ‘almost’
a.r.
i tore myself apart, trying to give you the whole world. and when i returned - bloodied, exhausted and proud - somehow, for you it still wasn't enough.
-a.m. {will i ever be?}
“it wasn’t until you smiled that my stomach twitched with a feeling i knew all too well, and suddenly all i could think was, “oh crap.””
- A.M. {why did it have to be you?}
“I will never fall in love with him,” my mind vows.
And then my heart murmured, “My dear, when will you realize you already have?”
A.M. {you can’t fool your own heart}
why do i have to feel if all i've felt is hurt.
- i'm stuck in a mess that i made for myself
“Your eyes are far too pretty to be wet by those who didn’t realize what they had.”
- a.m. {they don’t deserve you}
any trace of you is burned into the back of my mind with the pen i used to write our love story
A.R. {all six hundred and thirty pages}
“i'm growing real tired of pretending i'm not in love with you.”
A.M. {can you see me?}
“how do you expect me to remember how to breathe when you’re looking at me like that?”
- A.M. {you}
“i realize now, that loving him was neither beautiful nor poetic; it was knowingly walking through hell every day and losing myself there.”
- a.m. {trying to love someone who is too broken to be fixed}