She is his book tease; his fast-talking, optimistic, coffee addicted, town princess. The love of his life. She’s everything he isn’t but everything he wants.
He’s her monosyllabic, ice cream is better in cones, Hemingway wannabe, Metallica listening bad boy. The love of her life.
She can’t help herself around him. No matter how much she wants to believe it isn’t true, she needs him.
Words, old dead white guys, margin writing, late night flirting over coffee and literature brought them together. But, at eighteen, they stood worlds apart.
سٹار, ستارہ crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, probably. Rick and Ilsa, of course.
They weren’t supposed to be together. She wanted nothing مزید to hate him, and as fate would have it, something always kept them apart.
Rory and Jess are that long, over-arching love story, where everything is perfect and new for about as long as it takes Jess to finish a cigarette.
But as soon as those embers hit the ground, something happens to pull them apart.
There is that saying, if آپ love something, let it go, but people seem to forget the سیکنڈ part, the important part to the saying which is for if they return, they were ALWAYS yours.
If آپ are meant to be together, the story is never over, for it will resume when you’re ready, when time is finally on your side.
The course of true love isn’t allowed to run smooth because love is madness, blindness, confusion, desire;
it’s so many complicated emotions that make it the most joyous and painful experience you’ll ever have.
He made her cry, he left her waiting سے طرف کی the phone, never کہا goodbye. He کہا ‘I love you’ and ran away.
She ran away after kissing him, played with his emotions, چرا لیا, چوری کی his دل without giving hers, کہا ‘no,’ kissed him and ran away, again.
They hurt each other. And they do it again. And again. But ‘it is what it is’ because even when they disappoint each other, it’s worth it, because آپ only have this kind of love once.
Before everything, they are friends, always. He knows her better than anyone else, stiffens when he thinks it’s her, hated himself for hurting her. Hated himself for losing her.
She just wants to be around him, to lie on the bridge and tease him about Hemingway, to smell the mixture of smoke and leather that is his signature scent.
مزید than anything, they just want to be around each other.
It’s hard to understand that concept until آپ feel it, the jerking in your stomach, the brightening of your eyes, the ridiculous way آپ only smile for them.
It’s hard to grasp that when someone lies about bringing آپ a care package, it’s the most romantic thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe in love until آپ meet someone who knows what آپ mean when آپ say Dodger.
It’s hard to fall in love until آپ meet that person who can name The Guns of Brixton just سے طرف کی the lyrics. It’s hard to realize what is perfect until he says 22.8 miles.
But when آپ find that, it’s like having a stroke. Everything changes. All colors pale in comparison to that person.
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Amazing, right?
He’s her monosyllabic, ice cream is better in cones, Hemingway wannabe, Metallica listening bad boy. The love of her life.
She can’t help herself around him. No matter how much she wants to believe it isn’t true, she needs him.
Words, old dead white guys, margin writing, late night flirting over coffee and literature brought them together. But, at eighteen, they stood worlds apart.
سٹار, ستارہ crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, probably. Rick and Ilsa, of course.
They weren’t supposed to be together. She wanted nothing مزید to hate him, and as fate would have it, something always kept them apart.
Rory and Jess are that long, over-arching love story, where everything is perfect and new for about as long as it takes Jess to finish a cigarette.
But as soon as those embers hit the ground, something happens to pull them apart.
There is that saying, if آپ love something, let it go, but people seem to forget the سیکنڈ part, the important part to the saying which is for if they return, they were ALWAYS yours.
If آپ are meant to be together, the story is never over, for it will resume when you’re ready, when time is finally on your side.
The course of true love isn’t allowed to run smooth because love is madness, blindness, confusion, desire;
it’s so many complicated emotions that make it the most joyous and painful experience you’ll ever have.
He made her cry, he left her waiting سے طرف کی the phone, never کہا goodbye. He کہا ‘I love you’ and ran away.
She ran away after kissing him, played with his emotions, چرا لیا, چوری کی his دل without giving hers, کہا ‘no,’ kissed him and ran away, again.
They hurt each other. And they do it again. And again. But ‘it is what it is’ because even when they disappoint each other, it’s worth it, because آپ only have this kind of love once.
Before everything, they are friends, always. He knows her better than anyone else, stiffens when he thinks it’s her, hated himself for hurting her. Hated himself for losing her.
She just wants to be around him, to lie on the bridge and tease him about Hemingway, to smell the mixture of smoke and leather that is his signature scent.
مزید than anything, they just want to be around each other.
It’s hard to understand that concept until آپ feel it, the jerking in your stomach, the brightening of your eyes, the ridiculous way آپ only smile for them.
It’s hard to grasp that when someone lies about bringing آپ a care package, it’s the most romantic thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe in love until آپ meet someone who knows what آپ mean when آپ say Dodger.
It’s hard to fall in love until آپ meet that person who can name The Guns of Brixton just سے طرف کی the lyrics. It’s hard to realize what is perfect until he says 22.8 miles.
But when آپ find that, it’s like having a stroke. Everything changes. All colors pale in comparison to that person.
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Amazing, right?
