My love for her...

(Source: staystrongg-smileonn, via lyingwithyourenemy)

If I had one drop of water, for every tear I shed, I would sail back to her on that ocean of sorrow…

I think I made a huge mistake earlier tonight. I really hope and pray she forgives me…why am I so fucking stupid

But shes not and she never will be. She could never love a loser like me. Ill never win her. So I might as well just give up hope…but the hope of us is the only thing that keeps me going. I wake up in the morning just to see her. Just to hope to have her.

I don’t want her for her body. I love her personality, just being around her makes my heart ecstatic. I could go a million years and never touch her, but I would be happy as long as she was mine.

I noticed I’m writing poetry for her… ive never done that before. This is weird. But with her all this is different.

I love her for her. Not her body nor her hair. She could be fat, bald, and ugly. But I wouldn’t care. I love her for her.

I wish she would just freakin text me!!

Her eyes her hand her feet her arms her face. I cant explain my addiction to just to be in her space:(

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