I Wrote This For You

by pleasefindthis

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.

December is tired but always hopeful.

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

I know you’re busy doing all the things you always planned to do but remember, today is also the day that you kiss me.

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

You are the best parts of all the songs I love.

Every time they cut you, I bleed.

There are a million ways to bleed. But you are by far my favourite.

The little things you forget, kill me.

I know you’re not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon.

And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it all up on you.

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.

And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore.

All the space without you in it, is empty.

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.

The only reason I hate you now is because I loved you then.

You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.

I just need you to be able to tell people I was here, I felt, I lived and I loved as much as I could, while I could. And that the person that I loved, was you.

I’m not scared of never meeting you. I’m scared of having met you, and let you go.

This isn’t me missing you. This is me missing the me I used to be. This isn’t me.

And if I blink my eyes enough, maybe I will wake up and you will still be there sleeping next to me.

I like to think that somewhere out there, on a planet exactly like ours, two people exactly like you and me made totally different choices and that, somewhere, we’re still together. That’s enough for me.

You taught me how to be alone. And I learned my lesson, in your absence.

And now, how can I miss what has never existed.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s waking up to 50 assholes pretending to be me.

If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.

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

“Love, at every opportunity you are given to love. Be less afraid.

You were put on this planet to feel every feeling you could, do that. Everything works out in the end. I promise.”