Oh Gosh, I wish you knew how much I liked you. How much I wanted to have the chance to love you. How much I think about you still. How much you hurt me. How fast my heart beats when I see you. How happy I am to hear your voice. How much it would mean to me to be held by you again. I wish you knew. I was less confident than I used to be a while back, sometimes I was ashamed of my color I was angry that this was coming between what we “could’ve” had. Then I remembered my worth. I remembered that God doesn’t make mistakes. I remembered that my Carmel mocha skin made me part of who I am. I remembered that the right guy will like me for my character my personality. I remembered that I was wrong, That I shouldn’t have been chasing you. I know that maybe you couldn’t have loved me for real I guess. I gave you big shoes to fill. So i’m sorry for being angry with you, I’m sorry I havent forgotten this. I’m sorry if I was ever bitter. You’re an awesome guy and the right girl will be lucky to have you. God will send me the right guy one day too. It’s kinda hard knowing it’s not you but God closes doors for a reason.
Can we sit up all night talking about everything? Can we have jokes that only you and I understand? Can we have a secret handshake? Can I be your diary and you be mine? Can I wipe the tears that fall from your eyes? Can I hold your hand during the brightest and darkest of times? And though they’d be great, can our connection and interaction go beyond the love we’d make or the way our lips taste? Basically, what I’m trying to say is, can you…no, will you be my best friend?
Tmfh: take notes love:)
I want to travel the world with you, doing good and spreading love. Ride with me?
This is my favorite
I want to tell you that I’m not good at the whole “dating” thing, which I’m sure you’ll find out. Actually, you will probably be the only guy I ever date. When we have our first kiss, forgive me on the execution because it most likely be my first ever kiss. Not sure if I have met you yet or not,…
This is going to be so long and drawn out…but I have to put it out there for you, my Love—as a challenge and as an encouragement.
I see so many girls wanting their future spouse or future relationship to “save” them from something—from some reality in their life…from the reality of their life? I…
*sniffle* well then.
Ok, y’all ever wanna cut the ignorance out of somebody. The inconsiderate? The rude? The shit? I am definitely at a point where I have played nice. And I just wanna beat the stupid out of this poor boy. But, I won’t. That’s not me. That’s not who I am or who I want to be. So I’ll suppress my tears and smile. This has been a week full of hurt but i’ll be ok. my treasure and rewards are in heaven. I don’t know if this kid is racist, sexist or just rude but whatever he is it shouldn’t matter to me. It doesn’t. Its funny that so let me just be nice, let me not hate. Let me try to be a light despite the unfairness. Imma love, love like Jesus told me to, guys i’m a people person to a degree. I won’t be hood or ghetto, and I definitely almost called those boys racist so… I think I got my point across, I could’nt be rational without yelling It’s to early for that stuff. Anyway, good morning tumblr. Have a good One:)