I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough…
Here’s what I think…There is no unfucked up. People think there is, but there’s not. We’re all fucked up in different ways. It’s simply a question of making your fuck-ups work for you.
I feel like I’ve gotten a lot smarter since I’ve met you. Not necessarily within my brain but my heart. I learned a lot from you, I don’t fall for boys as easy anymore. I don’t believe all the things they say to me with such ease. I’ve learned not to take them serious. I guess this is a good and bad thing but I want to thank you. Thank you for teaching me not to put up with and believe bullshit.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
We’re all useless without that delicious cupped lightning.
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