A relationship isn't based on the physical things, it's based on attitude, dedication, and the little things. It's about falling asleep on the phone, and waking up to realize the phone is still on. It's about calling her unexpectedly. It's about knowing her tones when she talks. It's about making everything right again when she's upset with you. It's about knowing what she really means when she says something.
You’re willing to give them a second chance, you’re willing to fight for them. You’re willing to get hurt, no matter how much it hurts, you’ll do it for them. It isn’t all about when someone fucks up, you leave them right away. If the love you have for them is true, then you…
Not because you have the looks. Not because you have the money. Not because you have the popularity. Not because youre smart. Not because youre cute. Not because you have a cat. It was because i really did loved you.
Everything confuses me. Am I still in love with you? I convince myself that I’m over you, but the truth is… I’m not. I never stopped loving you. Even when you had a girlfriend that wasn’t me. I always asked myself “Aren’t WE supposed to be each others first boyfriend and girlfriend?” But I guess not. Then I thought this other boy would finally help me forget about you, but I guess not. Today just made me remember that you’re the one person that I truly love. Every time I talked to you, I fell deeper and deeper for you. But I’m not sure if I should take the risk of falling for you again. Because the last time I fell, you weren’t there anymore to catch me. But I’ll take the chance. I mean, why not?
Everything is so clear now, my mind has always blocked the view from my heart, but now. now i know my heart is right. because i never stopped loving you. i tried to get over you by getting a girlfriend, i tried to get over you because i was too shy and nervous to tell you everything. and it didnt work. i’ve got to admit, even when i was with her, somedays, i was thinking of you. i wish that we were each others’ first. first for everything. my first girlfriend, my first kiss. but you know what what you did get? my first true love. cause after seeing you for that, i think a year but seemed like forever, break, it reminded me about the things i love most about you, your eyes, your smile, your hair, your beauty, your nerdiness, and the feeling i get everytime im with you. im really glad i stayed with you this time, and i promise, this time i will always never leave you and always be here to catch you if you ever fall. i mean, like you’ll ever fall, right?
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
His Best Friend:What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?
Boy:Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..
His Best Friend:So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..
Boy:Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!
His Best Friend:So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..
Boy:But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!
His Best Friend:So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..
Boy:I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.
His Best Friend:So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..
His Best Friend:You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?
Boy:I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?
His Best Friend:You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.