I constantly have to remind myself that my time will come. There will be a time when someone is actally afraid of losing me. There will be a time when I will be the only thing that matters ( I sound selfish but hell aren't we all). I have to remind myself that if people really want to be with you, spend some time together, or heck just even see a glimpse of you, they will and would find mthrfcking way. Whatever the fuck it takes.
You never have to force yourself to anyone.
You should never ever fight for your place in another person's life, because if you matter in the first place, you already have a place.
I should just let things be.
And whatever will be, will be.
Teenage Realizations IV
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"The next time I fall in love, I want it to be with someone who will love me as much as I love him,
Someone who would always choose me as I would always choose him.
Someone who would look at my flaws as part of my beauty,
Someone who would remind me that I am special and unique.
The next time I fall in love, I want it to be with a man who is mature
enough to stay by my side and never give up whatever life throws at us.
Not with a boy who is a coward and would run away as soon as he senses trouble and then leaves me hanging.
I want a man who would love my imperfections because perfection is boring,
A man whom I can be crazy and weird with because being too serious is boring.
A man who knows when and how to have fun,
Not a boy who only wants to play flames and games.
The next time I fall in love, I want it to be with the man I can make love and wake up to in the morning.
A man who's ready to commit and build a family.
A man that I can spend the rest of my life with and share my wholeness,
And who would never leave so that when we grow old we would take care of each other.
I don't need to date several boys just to find him.
I know he will find me.
I am ready to wait for us to find each other.
So the next time I fall in love, I want it to be with my future husband."
poem and art by Clary Clay
Not with a boy who is a coward and would run away as soon as he senses trouble and then leaves me hanging.
I want a man who would love my imperfections because perfection is boring,
A man whom I can be crazy and weird with because being too serious is boring.
A man who knows when and how to have fun,
Not a boy who only wants to play flames and games.
The next time I fall in love, I want it to be with the man I can make love and wake up to in the morning.
A man who's ready to commit and build a family.
A man that I can spend the rest of my life with and share my wholeness,
And who would never leave so that when we grow old we would take care of each other.
I don't need to date several boys just to find him.
I know he will find me.
I am ready to wait for us to find each other.
So the next time I fall in love, I want it to be with my future husband."
poem and art by Clary Clay
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