And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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Well I think I’ll be okay; I think I’ll keep breathing if you can just promise me one thing. Don’t you dare, ever, settle.

Don’t accept anything other than utter awe, someone that’s completely lost on how to express all that you evoke, but who is determined to spend forever trying.

I need you to not put up with half hearted loves, only loves that get consumed by the idea of growing old with you.

I can walk away, if I know you will only allow the best for yourself. I wasn’t that, and so I’ll leave with a heavy heart, and the knowledge that there’s not really much point in anything anymore.

You deserve so much more than I could ever give you; I wouldn’t know where to start in showing you how much I love you. But I do.

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Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
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