We don't always want it, but we need it.

Everyone wants a story as sweet as The Notebook. As touching as Dear John. As passionate as The Last Song. And as romantic as A Walk To Remember. But guess what, no one can have stories like that because Nicholas Sparks doesn’t write your life….

have you ever just listened to a recording of you talking and then felt terrible for anyone who’s ever had to talk to you ever

I might be dumb in a lot of areas. Like I don’t know when Sir Isaac Newton founded the three laws of motion. I don’t know the what square root of 74 is. But I do know that when you hug me I don’t want you to ever let go, and I’m pretty sure you feel the same way. I know that when my arms are around your neck and your’s are around my waist, that you make all of my problem flow into your hand, and you blow them away. I know that as my head is on your chest are hearts’ beat together. And I know that when your standing there holding me, I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world, and neither would you.

I want that Cinderella moment. I want that masquerade kiss. I want that moment when you fall in love. I want to be a lingering mystery. I want that moment where time stops. I want my love to search for me until they find me. I want them to hold me through all of my pain. I want them to take me to a place where everything is good. I want a happy ending to a sad beginning…..

Hey. One word. One syllable. But it means so much more. You said it to me with that voice. Your voice. That voice that is only used with me. You said it as though you miss me. As though you have shame and guilt hidden under your perfection of a human body. You said it with pain. With anger. Angry at what? Me? You have no reason to be angry with me. Only with yourself. Is the pain within yourself? At yourself? I will never know. Although you can tell me anything. You have told me everything. But you chose Hey. One word. One syllable. But it means so much more.
-Love Beth.

I hate him. I hate him for what he did to me. For what he put me through. I hate him cause he changed me, made me better. Now he is gone. All gone. He is out of my life, but still in my heart…..