While you’re busy looking for the perfect person, you’ll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy.
I’m such a great guy when I love someone.
I become more romantic, my words/expressions are endless.
I concentrate on the person I love and don’t care about other people who want in on my life. I make it about me and her. I seem to work much harder at life. Maybe to impress? Maybe cause I know it’s just not all about me, it’s about us…so I HAVE to have a better life and goals.
I become more understanding and patient, at the same time I’m impatient. I want all of the person because she’s getting all of.
I guess it’s just the fact I desire mutuality between us.
Communication is one of the most important things to me. Miscommunication seems to aggregate me.
I guess another thing that’s aggravating is when I’m considered like another guy when clearly I’m the boyfriend and not a guy friend. -.-
I don’t mind if the woman isn’t as emotional or open with their feelings or words like I am. That’s ok. I just want to know somehow or someway that we feel and want the same thing.
My biggest problem when it comes to relationships is that I expect too much sometimes. Not everyone is the same, not everyone has the same mindset…I gotta learn that….
I want love in it’s purest form. Neither of us have to force anything. It just feels and is natural. We don’t feel obligated, but at the same time we can’t help but to feel the need to be, “there”. We always think of each other, but we don’t have to say it because we already know. We have no need to hide each other from the world. We’re openly happy and we don’t have the need to establish anything with anyone else; just acquaintances. There are no boundaries but we have those unwritten rules; we know each well. We both speak our minds, openly, without reprisal…without judgement. We don’t really have patience, because we’d have nonsense of time. Everyday seems new, and yet feels like forever (in a great way).
We have no need to say, “I love you”, because we know we do. Our eyes can form and complete it. But we say it because it’s like beautiful music to our ears and it’s “our song” that we dance to.
We don’t have a favorite song because every song paints a picture of our lives and defines our struggle and our success.
We support each other equally and are flexible with our hobbies. We have our own things but sometimes we like to include each other simply because it’s much more enjoyable that way.
We see, hear, smell, feel, and taste things the same way. Everything has a beautiful meaning; a beginning and an end. There are reasons why things happen the way they do and in that, we talk of such miraculous possibilities….we enjoy it all too well.
We’re indecisive but just enough leveled to make decisions when they need to be made…we’ll always laugh about that.
I love the way you look me in the eyes when we cuddle. It’s like this innocent look of desire and curiosity, mixed with love and confidence; gets me every time.
You love when the sun hits my eyes because you get to see their true color. Rarely are people that close to notice, and you love that you’re the rare exception.
You know how hard it was for me to love so you have your ways of always making me feel like it’ll last. You alleviate my worries.
I tell you everyday, “How did I find you? How did I become so fucking lucky?”
And right when you answer…I always wake up. It’s just a recurring dream/nightmare I have. I’d rather not wake up.
Dream girl, you have to be real. Where and how do I find you?
I want you to know how fucked up you are…how much of a liar and hypocrite you’ve made yourself to be.
Everything could be so perfect.
But you’re just like everyone else. Aren’t you?
You know…I thought I wouldn’t be frustrated anymore…I thought there’d be some sort of stability now…why does it seem like nothing has changed or it had gotten worse?
I haven’t drunk myself to sleep until the last two nights, in a very very very long time.
This shit is depressing.
You have the ability to make me the most happiest or miserable guy alive….
You know that?