I Wrote This For You

by pleasefindthis

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need, is a taste.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.

And if you can’t say yes, answer anyway. Because I’d rather live with the answer than die with the question.

It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me.

There are a million important things to do. But none as important as lying here next to you.

Every time they cut you, I bleed.

I missed you more than words and pictures can describe. But I’ll try.

I hold you like I do, tightly because I know that one day, I’ll die. And I am determined to do it with a smile on my face.

I know there was something before you. I just can’t remember what it was.

as I went to hell, the devil asked me if it was worth it. I said yes. Yes it was.

You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.

In the movies, the person leaving you never has a blocked nose when they cry. And all their tears are pretty.

You took me down. And now, you have made everything that is sad, relevant.

I guess I should say thank you, for cutting all my strings. But if it’s all the same to you, I wish you’d left my wings.

You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.

Oh love. I have no regrets for our mistakes, no heart left to break, for you have taken it with you to the grave.

The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.

Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

Know someone as much as you can. Hold onto the moments that define them. Then when their body leaves, they won’t.

You will only be hurt a finite number of times during your life. You have an infinite number of ways to deal with it.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else.

That rain is beautiful. And so are you.