I’m a hopeless romantic and I want all of it. The handwritten letters, the long messages, the random acts of affection, the dates, the handholding, the stolen kisses, the undeniable certainty. I don’t want a love that tiptoes around itself. I want a love that shows up fully, loudly, and without hesitation.
i thought i was getting better. i honestly did, but now i’m laying in bed trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me and why i’m never enough.