I’m Tired of being the one who feels. The one who falls. You see, I’ve had a boyfriend for that past 6 months and now I don’t. He was tired. He said we were too different. He said he doubted whether or not I loved him. Whether or not he loved me. I spent an entire summer with him and though that summer was not perfect, it surely was beautiful. He’s beautiful. Physically, he is one of the handsomest guy I have come to know. Internally, he’s a beautiful soul who’s looking for a life to live. A life full of adventure, fun, and experience. It hurts me to think that in those six months he was not able to buy into our relationship. It makes me question when it was that I began to be the only one kissing. The only one hugging. When did it begin to die out? It hurts to think that I cared more. That I loved more. I have a fighting nature that will not allow me to let him go so easily. I told him I’d break down his walls. Brick by brick. No matter what it took. I told him I’d take care of everything and at times I didn’t. I’m losing a treasure that I worked very hard to find and for that I won’t be able to forgive myself. I am losing that treasure to my own neediness. My own pride. My own attitude. I know not what this future holds for us but damn do I wish it includes us being together.
one thing i love about college is that everyone is so exhausted that nobody judges anyone for sleeping anywhere like
just rest your eyes
we’re all in this together
you are safe here
it will be ok
This is by far the cutest college post I have ever seen