Nessie Q.

Don__ get me wrong. For the most part, being strong got me through a lot. And I__ thankful that short of people dying on me, nothing can make me break down.There are times, however, when being strong feels a bit of a curse.You see, when you__e a very strong person, people always expect you to take care of yourself. People always expect you to put on a calm and collected exterior. You__e not given much room to freak out and be human.

Let__ take it slow because some of the good things in life are worthy of reverence and appreciation. Let__ take it slow because what we have is like a cross-country ride, where all the breathtaking scenes must be breathed in and stared at with wonder. Let__ take it slow because getting to know you is like a trip to a museum where things, both wonderful and gruesome, are waiting to be discovered. Let__ take it slow because some things are best done at a leisurely pace _ the slow dance, the first kiss, making love.

Love is a flame. It__ when you get to know each other again. It__ the fights that will follow your first. It__ you finding another reason to fall in love with each other. It__ both of you never getting tired of swaying to your first dance__ song.

I want you. But I__ scared to say it out loud. And it sucks because I've always been someone who always says things out loud.

All at once, because life__ too short and it__ always like magic when you find a good thing. All at once, because I__ much too wise to not know that lightning can__ really hit the same spot twice when it comes. All at once because right now, surrendering to irrationality seems to be the only thing that makes sense.

He loves me. But I love you. But you love her. It__ always that way, isn__ it? You__e willing to wait for her just like I__ willing to wait for you_ just like he__ willing to wait for me. Someday, we all might turn around and realize what we had in front of us all along. Someday, we might not.But until then, we__e all stuck at waiting.

Love is a bonfire. It__ every kind word. It__ every sincere apology. It__ every compromise.

Love is a spark. It__ the smile that says come to me. It__ the flirty hello. It__ the scent of her perfume. It__ his new haircut. It__ the look that ignites a dozen possibilities. - Set on Fire

being together_ it will never be right. Thought it sure as hell feels like it could. We__ result to train wrecks. We__ cause whirlwinds. We__ start wildfires.

Love is fireworks. It__ the first dance. It__ the first kiss. It__ the first time you make love. It__ the first hateful word. It__ the first fight. It__ the first tear you shed. It__ the first time you made up.

Slowly, then all at once.Slowly, as I take my time to know the things that would endear me to you. Slowly, as I attempt to cultivate a bond I hope would never easily sever. Slowly, as I get to know all your demons, and try to decide if I__ okay living with them everyday. Slowly, I also unleash my demons on you, hoping they won__ make me look ugly, wouldn__ make you think less of me.Slowly, as I let myself get used to the idea that you can be a possible permanent fixture in my life. Slowly, as I tell the difference between what I think I see, and what__ really there. Slowly, as I find myself looking to you for reassurance that hey, I__ alright. Slowly, as I find my thoughts drifting toward you when I see or hear or find things that remind me of you. Slowly, as I catch myself dedicating to you all of the pieces that I__e been writing.

I want you to want me. But I want you to want me for all the right reasons.

Love_ is friendship. A deep, lasting foundation that you both decided to set on fire.

I want you to tell me that you feel the same way for me. And I__ like you to tell me those feelings are worth it. I__ like you to say I__ worth it.

Love is warmth. It__ the inside jokes. It__ the reassuring touch. It__ the late night talks. It__ the finding of common interests. It__ the sharing of ice cream. It__ the crying shoulder. It__ the acceptance of what__ ugly. It__ the first time you see her without make up. It__ the first time you see him pick his nose.

Love is a flicker. It__ that hidden desire. It__ the words you__e afraid to say. It__ stolen glances. It__ the passive-aggressive hints. It__ the mixed signal. It__ the first brush against his hand. It__ the first time you daydream about her.

Let__ take it slow because I__ like each moment we share to be etched in my memory. And I__ like these memories to make me smile wistfully someday. Let__ take it slow because I__ keeping a journal of our journey, and someday I__l turn it into a book. I__ like our story to be rich in detail, and full of laughter and intriguing conversations. Let__ take it slow because all my life, I__e always rushed into so many things, and they were all mistakes _ I__ like you to be one of those things I__ going to do right. You deserve that much.

Because you see, when you__e a strong person, people often look to you to take care of them. People look to you for help. People look to you for strength.And when your life spins out of control, it__ as if their lives are tied to your own and will come crashing down with yours.