I swear this time we'll make it for sure.
Some days, it just can’t get any better than that feeling. Right there in the center of your gut. The one that tells you that this is right.
Country at heart.
I’m hard to break,
Like the ground I grew up on,
You may fool me,
And I’ll fall,
But I won’t stay down long,
Because I’m country strong.
I want to be inspired to do wonderful things, but perhaps I need a little bit of motivation.
What am I going to do when I leave and have to desert them both because I’ll be gone?
Perhaps it would be far simpler to stay single because I would prevent quite a bit of harm and destruction that way. I’d also stay away from the heart wrenching sadness that I will be forced to endure at the end of the summer.
You’re still there for me,
Wherever ‘there’ might be,
And if an ocean lies between us,
I’ll send a message across the sea.
I miss the days when everything fell into place as easy as pie and everything made sense.
I hate hurting people. I detest being the cause of someone else’s pain. I can’t stand a person not being as happy as they deserve. I’m just always unsure of my role in their happiness. How could I possibly make someone happy?
I’m a professional at driving people away. What would happen if I was unable to drive someone away? If, no matter what I said or did, they refused to budge in their attempts at my heart? Does everyone deserve their fair chance, even if you aren’t sure if you can give it to them?
I want to be happy. Hopelessly and madly happy. I’m just not sure how that’s supposed to happen anymore. Keeping your eye on the prize has never been so hard before.
Take hold.
Doing the right thing isn’t always the right thing. Sometimes it’s better to do what is logically wrong to find the answer to what is illogically right.
Love is never neat and simple and organized. If it is, you really aren’t doing it correctly. Loving someone means more than just wanting to hold their hand when you’re upset. It means wanting to hold their hand when things are perfect. It means wanting to hold their hand when you need to and even when you don’t.
I can never seem to figure out what to do where you’re concerned. My family is madly in love with you and I’m afraid that I’m not that far behind. I feel that I have a huge fear of never being good enough and being tossed to the side. I don’t think I could bear it if you just walked out of my life. I can’t stand to see you upset or angry; something inside of me shatters a little bit. Every time you smile at me with that look in your eyes, something breaks a little wider open inside of me. It provides a little bit more room for you to sneak in and take a hold of my heart.
I just can’t bear the thought of you walking out of my life and into someone else’s.
every beginning has an end.
“I don’t want to lose you” That’s what he told her. And when she looked at his haggard expression, wanting to cry harder than ever before, she simply said, “but you don’t want to keep me either, do you?”
We face tomorrow as we say goodbye to yesterday. A chapter ending, but the stories only just begun. I’ve always got the memories while I’m finding out who I’m going to be. It’s time to show the world we’ve got something to say. A song out loud, that will never fade away.
The truth was, I knew, after that year, that I deserved better. I deserved ‘I love yous’ and chocolate covered strawberries and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a thousand expressions and the warmth of a babys kick underneath my hand. I deserved to change and to grow, and to become all the girls that I could be over a lifetime. Each one being better than the last.
Answer:
Not always, but most of the time. I’ve done a lot that I’m proud of and I have some pretty spectacular friends. :)
What if I’m wrong?
I never expected it to get this far, I never expected to care this much. You were just supposed to be a regular guy, a guy that I flirted with occasionally. You became so much more. You actually cared about me. You actually wanted what was best for me. You did sweet things, as if we were already dating. You damn near begged me to go on a date with you.
And I said no. I said no on the possibility of something. What if I’m wrong? What if what I’ve been waiting for all this time wasn’t meant to be? I said no to a bunch of great, wonderful people. I declined their continued offers of chivalry and beauty. I declined the chance to find someone, something that I never have before. I gave it all up because I feel that I have something stronger than anything anyone else could ever give me, or even hope of giving me.
But what if I’m wrong?
I just wish time would stop. Or at least slow down.
If you have to wonder where you stand with someone, perhaps it’s time to stop standing and start walking.
Places like this make you want to just snuggle up with a book during the winter and read you’re life away. I always feel like the life I have imagined for myself have two different sides. The me with a man, and the me without one. They’re both awesome, but entirely different.
(via adarlingdreamer)
