I'm like a hopeless romantic without the hopelessness and romance.

6:07:00 PM

I don’t even know if I believe in love. What does it even mean? No, I am not bitter. But I’m more afraid to grow old with someone, than to grow old alone. Isn’t that weird? I know I’m weird.


I want to have my own personal definition of love. I don’t know my meaning yet but I like that love is a verb. Obviously, I hate love has the perfect time and place. If you really love someone, any time and place is perfect. Time and place is meaningless. People are just too tired to try so they make pathetic excuses like that.

If you’re not happy with your relationship, then leave. I don’t get it, why do people cheat? Love is sometimes so fucked up. But I like that love can be simple and direct. That’s a good definition of love, too.

I like that love is not the first three months or the honeymoon period. Love happens when you’re after that stage. It’s not always happy, sure. But you still own up to it, because you’ve made a commitment. You don’t give up when things are hard. Heck, you don’t even give up when things become unbearable. You just make it work. I knew Train was right when he sang, if it’s love, we decide if it’s forever, no one else can know it better.

And I’m the farthest thing from perfect and it’s okay because I’m not looking for someone perfect. I want someone that will hold my hair when I puke and still kiss me back even if I reek of vodka and taste like vomit. I want someone spontaneous and dispensable. 

I just want someone who won’t run away.

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