feelings

All I can think is that it must be a kind of rebellion,To arm your fears like soldiers and slay them.

His eyes said what I cannot see.

I pushed him against his Jeep, looked him dead in the eye and kissed him. He asked if he could come up, and I just walked up the steps and said, not yet. That was the moment I knew I loved him.

The hard part wasn__ breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

You don__ need them. It__ that simple. But for some reason it__ complex. It__ difficult. It__ dangerous. We can__ seem to fathom it.

Eventually I__l stop writing about you and it__l be bittersweet. Not because I__ not in love with you, but because I__l just love you.

My mistakes were because I was selfless. I wanted to complete someone else, I didn__ think about completing myself.

Three years later and I__ still writing about you. I don__ know if that says more about you or I.

Don__ break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I__l bash in the pain. I__l scream your name and then one day I suddenly won__.

You__e not supposed to be in a relationship because it__ comfortable, it__ supposed to be because they make you a better person.

I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.

I love him. So much. To the point where you won__ understand. You don__ get it because I don__ get it. It__ there. It exists. It flows. It moves like rapids through my veins. Comes with bursts and occasionally fades with the day, but it__ always there. And when you find love like that, you don__ want to give it up. But sometimes you have to and sometimes you have to give it to someone else. That__ the hard part.

Sometimes in life you find love so powerful that you get tunnel vision. You only see the one you love, the one you desire. No one or no thing gets in the way of what you feel. A love so strong which makes you feel invincible in this world. And, everywhere you go, all the people can see you glow.

Truthfully, there're only a handful of people in this world who really get joy from seeing you happy. Most won't care if you__e happy, only if you're miserable like they are. They eat that shit up.

Close your eyes. Now see the world, not with your vision but with your feelings and passion.

Just always be honest about your feelings. If everyone did that then the world would be a much simpler place.

This is bullshit, things which are shown to us are totally opposite it is not the Hero with the feelings but the villain who have a reason to destroy the world and not only a reason but a real reason.

You will never really get, how really everything works in my world. How the colour of the sky changes every now and then, and how deep the sea gets in there. How volcanoes and rivers flow together, and how demons and angels fall in love in there. How stormy a night can get and how bright a day can be. How ruined the home is, but how vibrant the feelings are in there.