Some of the stuff that I’ve read online that I thought are incredibly beautiful and filled with soulful emotions that definitely would tug at your heartstrings.

The beginning is always coated with promises of tomorrow, and it seems like there is not a sight more blissful than seeing their eyes. The beginning is always about the best parts; the layers and layers of honey dipped parts, but what counts is what happens after the charm of beginning starts to wear off. What do you do when you finally get a glimpse of the torn parts and you face the demons what makes them, them? Do you still choose to love? Falling in love is always the easy part, but real love is when someone chooses to stay in love despite all your flaws.

She was awfully quiet, “I feel empty,” she stated coldly. “I have been trying to feel things, but I keep slipping. I keep pushing my people away, and I keep screwing up the best things that I have in my life.” “Don’t you think you are being too hard on yourself?” I asked while trying to steal a glance of her face. “No. I am supposed to be happy, and not a complete mess.” By now, her voice had become shaky and a lingering sadness overwhelmed her. Some nights are terrible. We are infused with so many emotions, thoughts, and regrets that nothing makes sense. It feels like someone pulled your guts out. It feels like a punch right on the stomach. It feels like falling, face first, on a hard floor. “Why is it so bad to be a mess? Just let it pass. You are allowed to feel all these things. Who says that you always got to have your emotions together?” She softly held my hand, and I sighed. I was in awe of her. Damn, how come every single beautiful person is so fucked up?

I don’t need a perfect you. I want to hold you when you tremble from fear. I want to love you until you find the courage to love yourself more that you love others, then I want to love you somemore. You’re more than enough for me.