If you love someone, you must be prepared to let them go. You know, to make room for better ones.

You give me peace and sanity in this crazy mixed up world.

Love doesn't have to come from just your boyfriend or girlfriend. Love is everywhere. Life is love. The purpose of life is to love and be loved. It can come from family, friends, children, colleague, teachers,students so don't feel bad if you've never been in a relationship. Love is everywhere and it's yours for the taking.

I don't know if you were joking when you said "hey, lets get married in five years."

But I also don't know if I was joking when I said "sure!"

If the opportunity ever arose, would you say hello?

I'm still thinking about you.

And yesterday.


How nice and comfortable and ohhhhhh no....

How it felt.

Uh oh. I caught something......

you and I deserve happiness, even if that isn't with each other.

It's like something out of a movie. 

I've loved you since the 9th grade, but when I confessed my feelings to you at our high school graduation, you smiled and told me that you considered me a close friend and nothing more. I felt my heart sink into my stomach.  

Even though I kind of expected that response, I've never been as sad as I was that very moment. 

The next 4 years passed by in the blink of an eye, and I immersed myself in my studies, trying to forget your brown eyes and your rainbow-esque smile. We went to colleges that were miles apart and never kept in touch. My memories of you kept fading away day by day, but they didn't disappear because some part of me still wanted you.

And then this summer happened. My best friend invited me to her college graduation, and as fate had it, you went to the same college. Whilst waiting for commencement to start, I decided to take a moonlit walk through the campus. 

All of a sudden, I saw you. You were sitting under a tree, staring at the stars with a look on your face I'd seen countless times. The look you had when you and your best friend fought in 10th grade and you sat alone at the back of the class. The look you had when you hadn't done as well as you'd hoped on an important exam. The look you had when you found out I was leaving our town for college. 

I hated seeing you miserable, so I called out your name, ignoring the fact that I'd spent years trying to forget you. You turned around surprised. We hadn't talked in years. I sat down beside you, and I asked you what was wrong. You told me about your fears, about how you felt like you weren't chasing your dreams, and that you were worried about what was to come. I told you that I'd felt the same way before college, but eventually figured out that it was okay to feel that way. I told you to follow your heart and not let anybody else decide for you. I told you that life is unpredictable and that only time would be able to tell you what you want, so you have to keep searching until you find what you're looking for. You smiled and we stared at the stars in silence until commencement was about to begin.

You seemed happy up on that stage, and you waved at me from the distance. My day was made. And then it was over. And everyone was hugging and talking and laughing. I was surrounded by people, and talking to them, but all I could think about was you. And then when I said bye to them, you waved at me again. I came over to you. You told me that you hadn't been able to get me off your mind either. You told me that you'd liked me too, but you were afraid of committing to a teenage relationship. We giggled. And then we kissed. 

I love you, but I can't be in love with you anymore. I spent three years falling for you, and now I realize that you'll never love me in that way. It's okay. We weren't meant to happen.

My ear buds, and heartstrings have never been more tangled up since meeting you.