Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who feels this way; that hopes to the end of the world and back for just another chance with you. I wish I could tell you how much I want to tell you everything. That most of the seconds in my day are spent thinking about the seconds in your day, and wondering if yours are spent thinking about me. That I’m the only one who wishes that, like they say, if you can’t sleep at night it’s because you’re in someone else’s dreams. And every night that happens I hope they’re yours and I wish I could talk to you and start over. Its guilt and its frustrating and its a problem that I have that I can’t simply let things happen.
You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.
You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.
You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.
You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.
You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now."
Is it possible for someone to use up the love they are given in their lifetime?
Let love in. Be a light in other people’s lives, as well as in your own. (and stop being a drunk idiot).
to express this feeling. This is the closest I’ve ever been to experiencing it, and somehow I feel almost unable to do so. It has not hit me yet. You’re not gone. Your smile and laughing eyes still light up any room you walk into. How much closer to home does this have to hit for all of us? Love those around you, and be thankful for each and everyone of them, every single day. If you love someone, tell them. If you’re sorry, don’t be too proud to admit it. Be thankful and be kind. Life is short and it’s fleeting, and there are never any answers for the most important questions. Take the time today to hug everyone a little bit tighter, you never know what it might mean to them.
It’s impossible to not hope that at the end of the day, there is someone out there who has a plan for all of us. Someone to look after you, to make sure you stay on the right path, or at least not stray to far from it. To give us the people we need in life, and to make sure to take away the ones that have hurt us to badly, or no longer teach us the lessons they were put there to teach. Even the people who seem to have life all figured out are probably the ones who have it figured out the least. It is all a mystery, a game of sorts. A game of luck, of challenge, of time and place and chance. All the late arrivals, missed phone calls misread signals, mix-matched relationships, mistakes, mishaps, and mangled feelings must add up to something at the end. Maybe the people in them are the gods that we should be looking for. Because if it wasn’t for them, we would never know what we were capable of, or end up being right where we belong.