She is his book tease; his fast-talking, optimistic, coffee addicted, town princess. The Любовь 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 Любовь 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.
звезда crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, probably. Rick and Ilsa, of course.
They weren’t supposed to be together. She wanted nothing еще to hate him, and as fate would have it, something always kept them apart.
Rory and Jess are that long, over-arching Любовь 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 Ты Любовь something, let it go, but people seem to forget the секунда part, the important part to the saying which is for if they return, they were ALWAYS yours.
If Ты 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 Любовь isn’t allowed to run smooth because Любовь 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 by the phone, never сказал(-а) goodbye. He сказал(-а) ‘I Любовь you’ and ran away.
She ran away after Поцелуи him, played with his emotions, украл, палантин his сердце without giving hers, сказал(-а) ‘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 Ты only have this kind of Любовь 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.
еще than anything, they just want to be around each other.
It’s hard to understand that concept until Ты feel it, the jerking in your stomach, the brightening of your eyes, the ridiculous way Ты only smile for them.
It’s hard to grasp that when someone lies about bringing Ты a care package, it’s the most romantic thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe in Любовь until Ты meet someone who knows what Ты mean when Ты say Dodger.
It’s hard to fall in Любовь until Ты meet that person who can name The Оружие of Brixton just by the lyrics. It’s hard to realize what is perfect until he says 22.8 miles.
But when Ты find that, it’s like having a stroke. Everything changes. All Цвета pale in comparison to that person.
Amazing, right?