Have you ever wanted someone so much it hurts? I mean, you love everything about that person, is the only thing that you can think about, is like that person is your soulmate, the love of your life, the only person you care about, and you will love that person till the end of your days, until you die, and if there is life after death, you will love that person in that life too, and you know that even if that person hurt you or do something bad, you will stand by his side, always.
Okay, I agree with "we accept the love we think we deserve" because in truth, is accurate, we only accept the love we think we deserve, and sometimes, the mistake that we make mostly, is that, we think that we do not deserve the best, but in part, we think that we don't deserve the best because in truth we like pain, we like it because we think we deserve it.
And well, you care more about his feelings than yours, oh, and his eyes, you fell in love with his eyes, and they were not blue, green or even clear. But they had a glow ... a glow that made them unique, made them more beautiful ... that made them perfect. But, what happens when he is your Romeo but you are not his Juliet?
Maybe forget is to kill that hope is said that never dies, but deep in your soul, there's a little bit of hope. A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He'll stare at you during the movie, even though he paid to see it. He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and for first time in your life, you'll believe it.
As well as sometime it's better to be alone, no one can hurt you, and I'm gonna talk (well, write) from my point of view (this one is for the guy I fell in love with, all I'm writing is about him..) , because to be honest, all I ever wanted was for you to look at me as if you were the night sky and I was your only star. By the way, you don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world... but you do have some say in who hurts you. Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the
field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of
sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that
the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of
chocolate, and that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt
