But I miss you. I really do.

(Source: oldmrsk)

Cliché

This is by no means an “I’m lonely” post. I wanna love again. Being loved… That’ll come. But I myself want to give my love to another person. I want to make someone feel secure, appreciated. I want to sigh after a “laughing for no reason” episode & just look at the other person, & wonder how did I find someone that gives me genuine happiness with the simplest things? I’ll be loved again, one day. But for now, I just want to love.

Forgetting what love feels like is quite possibly one of the saddest things a person can go through. I mean yeah, there’s always the “there are worst things out there,” but I’m serious. It’s unfortunate when one forgets how love from a significant other feels like.

"With love, there is a glimpse of heaven"

It always comes back to you.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

(Source: stillwantyous)

Dawg, I fucking miss you.

WHY.