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I remember being in love. It was real, it was beautiful, and it was amazing.
The best part was waking up to him in the morning... not having to worry about how I looked, or if my shirt covered the right parts. I loved looking into his eyes and knowing I was his, and we didn't want it any other way.
Love mattered so much.
But also, this is true.
181. EVERYONE IS SO IN LOVE WITH BEING IN LOVE, THEY FORGET ABOUT WHO THEY'RE ACTUALLY "FALLING IN LOVE WITH." STOP FORCING YOURSELF TO FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE YOU BARELY KNOW. IF THE RIGHT PERSON COMES ALONG YOU WON'T HAVE TO TRY, EVERYTHING WILL JUST FALL INTO PLACE. AND IT'S OK TO BE A LITTLE BIT LONELY FOR NOW, IT'LL ALL BE WORTH IT IN THE END.
I fell in love with the right person the first time. I lost him, tried to forget him, moved on to a whatever-you-call-it-relationship with JJO. Before I flew home, I confessed my feelings for the latter, and I never got a reply, just offline messages. And now, now that I'm so close to the former, the boy I loved too much the first time, my heart sinks a little. He's happily found someone else, and she's beautiful.
I never knew home could be so brutally lonely. I am alienated in my own home and that is very strange.
But it's okay to be a little bit lonely right now.
*pictures are not mine. Most of them are from my favourite blogs le love and ghost bears.