Do we deserve love? Do we deserve each other? After both of us being heart broken in the past I believe we deserve to be happy. It’s just a fact of if we’re both ready and wanting to be happy together. right? Or I’m just completely delusional.
Damn, if someone was alone with me in a room & they asked my perspective on things I would love it. There’s only certain people I’d like to do this with too. Ask them what they think. I love hearing people’s thoughts alone. Just their pure thoughts alone. The things they think about late at night when they have their mind to themselves.
I love or have loved those who love or have loved me.
I believe love is earned, just like trust. You must give love to receive love. Whether we love each other at the same time, or different times… we still loved regardless. Cross out the d only cause love cannot be taken away. Once love is there it is there. If a piece of your heart is given away you cannot take it back, the spot where the piece was taken from is either replaced by someone else’s piece symbolizing that you’ve received love in return of the love you gave or it is left to heal with that piece missing. Of course there’s many different forms of love. Family love, Friend love, God love, Self love.. and the list goes on and on. It seems like I’m trying to define the word love. ha. I think that’d take so much more than just a tumblr post. You’d have to hear the words flow out of my mouth if you wanted me to define the word love, but I’m not sure if words would even flow speaking as the word love is hard to define. No, hard does not describe how difficult it is to define love. It’s not impossible but it’s hard. If we were talking about the word beautiful then I could define that within a tumblr post. just like that. But no, we’re talking about love here people. I hope whoever is actually reading this gets what I’m saying. Love is earned, just like trust. Well, there’s situations where love is not returned and where love is kept even without the person keeping it knows they have it. agh, now I really am tying to define love . Damn what late nights alone with your thoughts do to yourself. geez. Haha.
we’re both playing & it seems like none of us wants to give up. But I’m hoping that talk is going to help us. <3 So, I guess the question is— What the fuck happened? I think that’s what we both need to know. Both sides of the story because I know you’re capable of understanding my perspective on the situation and you know that I’m always understanding when it comes to you. Then we’ll work from there.
“You have to love yourself first before you love someone else. Hun, you can’t love me, or him, or her, anyone really without loving you the way you are, how you act, all your flaws and whats in your past. Loving yourself means that you’re capable of loving somebody’s flaws and accepting them for who they are just like you did for yourself.”— My dad.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.