“You have to wait for the someone who sees you, and I mean really, truly sees you. Sees all your quirks and your flaws and the cracks in your facade and still loves you and gives you records and maybe goes to the park with you on Sundays to sit on the swings. Listen — this person will find you, but you have to wait. That’s the important distinction there. They will find you. So live your life, and be happy, and stop looking all the time.”—
“Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect
it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments
that you find only in movies. You expect her to always say the
right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly
how to react to it. You expect her to calm you down when
you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so
much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something
doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing.
Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it
certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.”—(via staree) (via shadowkira) (via alixjay) (via iheartlove)
Long-distance relationships have an urgency that couples in short-distance relationships can only dream of. Every second together counts. Every shared meal is savored; every kiss must be good enough to last weeks, maybe even months. Have you really lived, after all, if you haven’t searched for your beloved’s face at an airport gate, cursing the flight delay because you have only a weekend before you must part again? We should all be so lucky to seal in our memories the image of our lover on our doorstep, suitcase in hand, clothes wrinkled from a long trip, skin emanating a scent that we’ve forgotten but suddenly comes rushing back, bringing with it the recollection of the last time, which was too long ago and too brief, and ended with a tearful goodbye on this same doorstep.
I want you to sing to me. I want you to give me hugs when I least expect it, and whisper into my ear so that one spot on my left hip tickles. I want you to hold my hand and have your fingertips linger on top of mine. I want you to grab my legs with your legs so I have to wrestle them out. I want you to give me piggy back rides, or the other way around, seeing how you’re little. I want you to whisper little secrets into my ear and trust me with your life. I want you to give me your sweater when I’m cold, and put your arm over my shoulder so everyone knows that I’m yours. I want you to want me. I want you to sit and snuggle with me. I want to play hide and seek with you, and freeze tag, and manhunt. I want to run while holding your hand. I want to act like a little kid with you. I want you to want to be next to me, and find excuses to do so. I want you to wake up in the morning and think, “hey, maybe I should call her.” I know I’m not the most gorgeous person in the world, but I want you to tell me that I’m beautiful, and mean it. I want you to throw me into the pool, your pool. I want you to muss up my hair and when it’s curly I want you to play with the rings. I want you to compliment me when I least expect it. I want you to meet my eye when you’re talking to somebody else, and smile. I want you to make the first move, god dammit. I want you to put your hand on the little part of my waist, and let me nuzzle against your shoulder. I want you to share half your sandwich with me when my parents refuse to give me any more lunch money. I want to listen to your iPod with you, and do my awkward little dance, and lip sync with you. I want you to make me a ring out of that hundred dollar bill. I want to build a fort with you. I want to live my life with you. I want you to always be there when I need you. I need you. I do.