The thoughts and feelings of a young girl
B: Sometimes I don't think I realise how sad I'd be if I lost you. S: What do you mean by that. B: You just care a lot and do a lot to make me happy. Some of the little stuff always gets overlooked.
And it hurts. Cos I wanna leave, And you wanna leave, But the love keeps us together.... Never knew love Would hurt this bad Worst pain that I ever had....
I feel like our love is dying. I love you. Do I. I can't live without you. But does that mean I love you. I hate you sometimes. I hate everything you are and wish you could be what you aren't.
We are perfect together. Are we. Perfect Together. We are. Together. Together we are perfect Perfect we are together Perfect?.
The thing about love is that it can fade. People's feelings aren't set in stone. But surely the love that fades isn't true love. Although one could question whether true love even exists...
I don't understand why you chose me... What is it about me that made you want to talk to me everyday, FaceTime everyday and meet up every week. Is it just because you found me funny.
Our first month together must now unfortunately be celebrated by a month away from each other. A bittersweet parting.
No one is perfect. Everyone has things about them that they're not proud of. I know I have many. Part of being in a relationship with someone is accepting that. And I've accepted it.
Today I asked you a question that I'm surprised I hadn't asked before. I had a right to know the answer, but the answer also ended up being something I really really didn't want to hear...
Every now and then you have phases where you become really quiet because something has upset you or annoyed you. I don't know if it's because of me or someone else.
My nineteenth birthday was definitely one to remember. My friends at uni surprised me with a cake and presents.
"This is all so new, Seems to good to be true Could this really be A safe place to fall.
It was twilight. They had just finished their meal at a restaurant that overlooked the Thames.
I've been thinking about love a lot recently. This is my closest experience of being in love. So strange. I can't tell when I will know for definite that I am, so I can confidently say 'I love you'..
If I was organised and managed my time better I would be the happiest person in the world.
Sometimes I wonder if things you say to me are genuine. Or if you're just playing the role by saying the right words to trap me....