Maybe some people aren't meant to be loved.
Now I don't mean routine, boring, comfortable love, I'm talking about unrequited, passionate, hopeless love.
The kind of love that you only ever experience once, if ever.
Maybe some people just aren't supposed to be loved.
Maybe, some people will never experience that earth shattering, heart racing, goose bump raising love.
The kind of love that makes your knees weak and your world whole.
Maybe some people just aren't built to be loved.
To find someone who looks at you like you put the stars in the sky, who looks at you and actually sees you, your beauty, your flaws, your soul.
Someone who builds you up every chance they get, who only sees you in a room full of people.
Maybe some people aren't meant to find that one. The one.
The one who loves them through the tough times, who loves them when things are perfect.
The one person who is the complete other half of them.
Their best friend, their soulmate, there better half.
Maybe some people aren't supposed to be loved.
Maybe some people never find there person.
But nobody should give up trying, no one should give up on finding that time stopping love.
I am too full of life to be half loved.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
