Maybe then we’ll be better for each other. One can only hope. (via rdcf)
i’ve mastered the art of not giving a fuck while simultaneously caring way too much
Love is when you wake up and the first thing you think about is him. Love is when you wonder every minute where is he, if he’s okay, if he thinks at you. Love is when you can feel your heart ripped into a million pieces just thinking that he might be in someone else’s arms. Love is when he’s the last thought of you before going to sleep, and the first in the morning. Love is when you know you shouldn’t get attached, but you do it anyway. You’re going to meet love more than once in your life, but just the lucky ones meet a great love just once and they stay with it. Just like the old couples that still hold hands, no matter how old they are, no matter if they’re bored already. That’s a truly love story. Someone that you spend so many years with, and still, you bring them coffee every morning just because the thing you want to see first in the morning is their smile.





