you know, at the end of the day, the thing that i think about most often are your kisses across my forehead. there was something sweet and innocent, but compelling that i never really understood before.
it took me a really long while to explain what i felt in those moments, but it must mean something for me to consistently remember each of them, as if they were stained and inked under my skin.
How to love a woman.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. -Bob Marley
words truer than true, and therefore, to live by.
(Source: rocket-romance, via fuckyeahbrokenhearts)
