I am falling in love with him I can’t stop thinking about him. I want to be with him in every way possible. I want to hug him and be there for him when he’s sad. I want to be able to be there when he’s happy, when he feels accomplished. I want to love him with all my being. I want to call him mine. I want him to be by my side every day. I could be with him for the rest of my life and I would be beyond okay with that. His smile, and the way he looks at me with those eyes just makes me want to fall into his arms. And his arms are my favorite place to be. It’s such a safe feeling, and when we hug I don’t want to let go. I’m scared, because I’m attached: and this is continuing to last and as much as I would prefer to enjoy all the time spent with him, I’m slowly counting down the days left. I’m scared I’m going to be too much to handle for him, and he’s going to leave me. If he leaves it’s going to be miserable. Not only am I falling in love with him, but he has turned into a good friend. I can share stories with him, and he knows about my life and restarting that with someone new and explaining every detail of your life and making them understand is too complicated. I love him. I love his personality, and how he’s sassy. And when he gets all confident. And I love how he’s taller than me and I can just look up at him. I want to be with him in every way. At night I worry that I care more, mostly, because I know I do. I know I can’t make him love me, or at least how much I love him. sometimes I feel my heart aching, it’s for him. I can’t imagine being with any other guy, I can’t imagine being with any other guy in an intimate way. His image has crowded my thoughts, and god I hope he stays. I hope he falls in love with me, because if he doesn’t. If he wakes up one day and decides that he wants someone else, or simply he just doesn’t want me, it’s going to be a hard recovery. It’s going to be a heartbreak that every girl try’s to avoid her whole life. Just the thought of continuing my days without being able to look forward to being with him, will make everything feel hopeless. I am so stupid to make this boy the center of my world, I am so stupid to make this boy the nucleus of my heart. I’m waiting for him to leave, I am anticipating the day he walks out of my life and leaves my heart to get ran over in the streets, I’m waiting for him to realize he doesn’t love me or never will, I’m waiting for this heartbreak just like everyone is waiting for this overdue earthquake.

- Unknown

“When I look at my friend's marriages, with their routine day-to-dayness, they actually seem far more romantic than any dating relationship might be. Dating seems romantic, but for the most part it's an extended audition. Marriage seems boring, but for the most part it's a state of comfort and acceptance. Dating is about grand romantic gestures that mean little over the long-term. Marriage is about small acts of kindness that bond you over a lifetime. It's quietly romantic. He makes her tea. She goes to the doctor appointment with him. They listen to each other's daily trivia. They put up with each other's quirks. They're there for each other.”

― Lori Gottlieb, Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough

“Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad, because I miss you, I remind myself of how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.”

“Where did feelings go when they disappeared? Did they leave a chemical trace somewhere in our minds, so that if we could look inside ourselves we would see via the patterns of neurons some of the important things that had happened to us in our lifetimes?”

—Evelyn Lau

“Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”

—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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