we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
Oh. Uhm. Let’s. Not. Do. That. Heh.
I’m a really forgiving person. I’m scared for someone to mess up and I won’t be able to forgive them. I’m afraid to feel that pain of wanting someone to stay in your life so bad but they’ve hurt you too much and they’ve just become toxic to have around. I don’t think anything hurts more than wanting something that you had, knowing how awesome it is to have, and then suddenly you just can’t allow yourself to be around it anymore. That’s my greatest fear, to not be able to forgive.
This has been sitting in my ask for so long. Finally thought of an answer.
For the first time I’m able to say that I’m in love with no hesitation or having to question myself.
I’m in love.
My childhood in one picture