I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have.
― Tegan Quin (via hellanne)
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Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
― Rumi (via hellanne)
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I wish.

I wish I could tell you all the things that cross my mind.

I’d tell you that I long for your kiss, that I want to hold you… I’d tell you that I would be able to take a day off, just sit there and watch you be the beautiful person you are.

I’ll be here, I’ll never let you go. Because you will never know what I truly feel for you, how much I think of you. You have no idea what you mean to me.

There’s so much I would sacrifice, so much I want to say to you. But I’m scared. The thought of having someone like you terrifies me. I’m scared because I would never want to be the reason for you to be sad, or to be disapointed about. It scares me to know how special you are, and it overwhelms me.

I wish I could tell you all the things that I feel. I wish that I could just let you know that I act tough and it looks like I don’t care, but I do care. I care so much about it all..


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