I visit this site every once in a while and whenever I do, I always make sure I go on the more page and heart every single entry I see.

Because you all so deserve to be seen.

i’m afraid i’ll never tell you how i feel

Just sitting here watching the stars realizing I am so deeply in love with you.

It's not a sin to love a woman...

Can't believe it's taken me this long to understand that.

- a proud gay

Dreams are dangerous. They can give you moments with someone that feel so realistic. They can make you happy. But once you wake up and the fog fade, it leaves you to remember that that person was never yours.

You make me want to be a better person. You make me want to go to church and have a closer relationship with God. You make me want to volunteer and donate to charities more. You make me want to exercise, eat healthy, and just look after myself. You make me want to take risks, be outgoing, be more confident, be more accepting. You make me want to take everything this world has to offer. You make me want to stop cussing, while at the same time you make me want to shout to the world how much I fucking adore you. Is this what love feels like?

I fear I’m too much. I fear I come across as cold and cryptic. Sometimes I fear I laugh too loud, talk more than necessary, and give myself away too easily; I fear that I can easily be read because I am an open book. I fear I am too sensitive, boring, or too confusing and obnoxious. I fear, but I don’t fear you.. and I’m learning how to stop fearing me..

I love the little things about her, the tiny moments in life that show me how completely pure her heart is.

Like the fact that whenever she sees an ambulance or firetruck with flashing lights, she immediately holds up her hands in the "I love you" sign...she says it's her way of sending love and best wishes to whoever they're on their way to.

Or when the man running the drive-thru at Tim Horton's accidentally dumped her entire coffee into her lap and front seat...but she simply laughed and said "Well I do come here to wake myself up...A on creativity!" to make him feel better.

And how after our first fight (where I was totally at fault) she slipped a note under my front door saying that she was furious with me, but reminding me that she still loved me even while calming down.

I've never met a human being with so much compassion and love to give. I'm going to marry her someday, and I know that makes me the luckiest loser in this entire world.

me: imagining cuddling with him, wanting to talk to him as much as possible, super comfortable with him, thinking about him constantly

also me: hmm, idk if I like him

I took one look at him, and knew he was extremely dangerous. He has “heartbreaker“ written all over him.

Then I had a conversation with him. He’s beyond nice- he’s...genuinely sweet...and oblivious of how hot he is.

Put a fork in me, I’m done.