i need someone

ph: Lisa Smit + weheartit

someday

ph: Florian de Rosnay

[The more of this or the less of this
Or is there any difference?
Or are we just holding onto things
we don't have anymore?
Sometimes time doesn't heal
No not at all
It just stands still
While we fall
In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna
win you back
When you've got eyes like that
They won't let me in]

I know I'm holding onto you because I can't have you anymore.
I keep on seeing you with that girl and she's pretty. And you are happy.
I felt helpless and it hurt me. That's when I started to hurt myself.
I'm not sure if it made me feel any better. But it made me feel at all.
And that's not just a cliche. I saw your eyes and when they crossed mine that night
I was sure that you felt something. That way you looked away so quickly when
your girl appeared. It made me happy and empty at the same time.
Now that I can't have you anymore I remember all our words and conversations.
All that feelings that I destroyed so carefully because I just didn't want you.
I needed you. Maybe I needed that good feeling you gave me by taking me just
the way I was. I never gave back anything. Now I want to. So much time has passed
but I feel that I desperately want you to know that you meant something. Sometimes I feel
so stupid because I keep on struggling with that little story. But it makes me cry
so hard some nights, that it tells me that I've lost someone special. I've lost you.
I'm happy for you now, I want you to be happy. I'm sure that she makes you feel special
and that you make her feel special. And someday I will find someone that makes me
feel special again, too. Just the way you did. Thank you.

love me

ph: quiezip + weheartit

such a strong love

ph: victoriahhhh

I always used to feel so incredibly strong. I knew I was fine on my own, that I could fix almost anything and even if there was something I couldn�t fix, I would always find a way. A solution. They call me wonderwoman, and I like it. I like being the one that helps everyone else, that solves their problems and shows them the good aspect in everything they�re currently going through.

And you, you are just like me. You�re superman. I always knew you helped all your friends through the hard times in their lives. I liked that about you. But the moment my heart skipped a beat was when you showed me your wounds and scars�when you told me the stories of how cruel some kids used to be to you when you were little. I had never seen that expression on your face, that seriousness in your eyes.

I think that was the moment I realized you were more than just the funny dude I loved to hang around with. And that day at the lakeside, when you talked about your ex and how she hurt you. There was the pain in your eyes again; flashing up for a second until you made it go away with your smile. The smile that warms my heart like no other.

I guess seeing your weaknesses and scars gave me the confidence to reveal my own ones to you�knowing you were just like me, I was no longer scared to be weak for once myself. And all the things that scared me before � the caressing, the way you have to let all your walls come down, the way you can no longer hide behind a mask when you fall in love � lost their ability to make me run away from people.

During the weeks we got closer I never wanted to run away as I usually did. I just wanted you around, I wanted to hold your big hands in mine and touch and remember each and every spot and scar on them. I wanted to get lost in your eyes and find every facette of smiles and frowns in them.

I don�t have to be superwoman around you. I can be the goofy, silly, crazy, weird, screwed and crippled and wounded me around you and you still think I�m the most gorgeous girl in the world. Even when I know I look horrible and when my hair is wet because we both forgot to take an umbrella when it was raining cats and dogs and I had to borrow some of your sisters clothes that don�t look good on me at all and my makeup is messed � even then I can tell from the looks you give me while having dinner with your crazy family that you love me and I love all the little things about you � that you keep a bible next to your bed and actually mark the sentences you like.

The evening your mom told me that I was something special to you � I can�t describe how that felt. I don�t find the right words to tell you how my heart stopped for more than just a moment and how my eyes got wet with tears of joy and how butterflies start flying in my tummy whenever I think of you, or hear your voice, or am around you.

The day we were at that party and secretly held hands underneath the table cause we still weren�t official though everyone knew what was going on between us and how you gently stroke my hand was one of the greatest days I�ve ever had.

The time we went to the cinema with my parents and had ice-cream at mcdonald�s after and I didn�t have to play a role made me realize how well you actually know me.

I�ll never forget the day I realized that I�d fallen in love with you after we had been friends for almost two years�that it had taken me two years to finally allow those feelings to take control over me�.

And what I love so much is that being in love with you doesn�t make me love crazy�it doesn�t make me go through the horrible ups and downs of the usual �love me, love me not�-game. There�s just that warm feeling, like a wave that goes through my body from head to toe when you�re near, and the confidence that I can rely on you no matter what happens.

By giving me the confidence to be weak around you you have made me feel more superwoman-like than any guy before you, and never have I felt such a strong love as I do for you.

Thank you for being my superman.

With all the love I have to give, S...

I wish all the le love readers that you�ll experience these feelings as well� there�s nothing more beautiful in the world, and you all deserve it.

in your heart

ph: Helt Enkelt

always

ph: Monoloquia

Always? I thought I would get closure. In the beginning of the evening I didn't feel anything. I asked myself if I still felt attracted to you. I thought I didn't.

Sure, you were handsome, but you weren't as perfect as I've pictured you. Nobody is, my memory just played tricks with my mind I guess.

I decided that the business finally was finished. But then.. I don't know. The way I can talk, joke around and laugh with you. It's such a relief. I just stop thinking. It's funny. All I've done these past weeks has been leading up to this night. Thinking about it a lot. Then you offer me to sit next to you and ask me where I've been and how my life is. And there we go. The thinking stops. I'm just in the moment. Not a care in the world for anything else. Making me laugh, teasing me, exchanging experiences...

But that's what friends do, right? I can handle that, I think. Be friends. Good, business finished. Now I know. Or is it? Do I? Those small extra things confuses me so. Do you do those in front of every other girl? You already have someone else. You don't need to do those things you do. Trying to impress me. If you know we're friends, why go that extra mile? I remember almost every time you've tried to impress me. And I also remember I've acted unimpressed most of the time. When you were younger and doing tricks on the trampoline and in the same time saying things that made the little me laugh. When you gave me a ride on the moped. When you started talking about the moped when we were putting the bikes in the garage like two years later. I wasn't really impressed. I just laughed at you being silly. I didn't wanna go for another ride. I didn't really ask any questions about you selling the moped later on. But I admit, you caught me off guard that time you took your shirt off. I had to shyly look away. You looked great and you knew it. But you were single back then. Those extra things and the flirting was okay. Even if I was a kid when some of it happened. A kid who didn't understand. Yesterday you weren't single. Haven't been for the last year. Making me facing the music. Last night I found you doing those stuff again. Or that's what I think. And your grandma said you've never picked her up before. Was it a coincidence that you did it in front of me? Making me smile. Making me think you were a gentleman and making me see that you sure are strong. Or later on when you asked me to help you carry your backpack to your car since you had your hands full. I didn't comment on that the point of a backpack is to have it on you back. I just took it and followed you outside. Making me see and ask about your car.

But since we are friends I already know all that stuff. I've known my whole life. I know you are a gentleman, you've been one to me as long as I can remember. I know you're strong. We've arm-wrestled as kids and we've been talking about you doing all that heavy lifting in the military all night. And I saw your body that summer, even though I looked away. I know you have a car of your own. I liked your status about it even. You don't have to impress me. Not anymore at least since you got her.

You couldn't wrap your head around my age this time either. You never could. Always thinking I'm older. I laugh at it, saying that I take it as a compliment, but you just look thoughtful. Why does my age matter? If I'm just the little daughter who's a family friend, right?

But our night ended early. You had to get to her party. I don't blame you.

But what bothers me is that we didn't have a proper good bye this night either. I admit, I avoided you the last hour or so. I knew that you were driving off and I didn't want anything to get interrupted. As usual. The night just the two of us were watching that movie. The time you were just about to pick me up (no shirt on) and try to throw me in the pool. Afterwards it's time to go. And we don't say good bye. We just look a bit shyly at each other. Like kids who know they've done something bad. Thought I would be able to get a friendly farewell this time, since we didn't do anything wrong or were about to. But no. You couldn't look at me. You've always greeted me with a hug. You did last night too. But never given me a good bye one.

As always it ended with me not wanting to say good bye. Is that how it is for you too?

And I will try not to lay much into the look and smile your grandpa gave you. The ones he gave you after looking at us, standing next to each other after we had come back inside after being at your car. I guess it was nothing. That friendly, but resolute pat you gave him on his shoulder then. I try to tell myself that I in no possible way can figure out what that means. It means nothing. I think. But hope not.

Here I am. About 24 hours later. Just as confused as the last time. It tortures me. Why do you have to be so nice? You don't know how your kindness kills me. How can you make me feel so carefree? I know you are a good people person. I know that people love you. That they also think you're easy to talk too. There's nothing special about our conversations. Why do you do those completely adoring things? I believe you're very generous with compliments, but do you try to impress everyone like that? That's what I don't know.

I try to believe I leave your mind at the same time you step out of that door. But you cling onto mine. Making me sit here without the complete closure I need.

Will I always wait for the next time I get to see you? Will we always have this unfinished business? I hope not. Because my heart can't take it much longer. I don't always want to wonder what could have been. I don't care how it ends. Just make it stop.

Always...?

wonderful thing

ph: quiezip + NA-KIM

she knows

ph: mahogany

"It's been on my mind since yesterday - I wonder if she knows what day it is today.
It's a year since we met. A year since that wonderful, crazy night in which we both let our guards down. 365 days ago I thought she was completely wild. It didn't take me long to realize how wrong and privileged I was that she would give me a glimpse of that side of her.

What I got to know is this: She is amazing. She is perfect. She is everything I ever wanted a woman to be. She is more. She is a rare thing.
In the late night conversations in which I've told her as much, I've also told her how I wish she had been the first one I loved. Because I know she wouldn't have hurt me like the other one did, so many years ago.

But she wasn't and I'm broken, unlike her. And she deserves someone who is like that, who is intact. Someone who can love her like that.
And so, because I couldn't love fully her, we became friends. I just couldn't let her go.
Today, she is my best friend and the one person whom I trust wholeheartedly and root for unconditionally.

I hope she knows.
-P."


I got this email from my best friend this morning. He wrote it for me from half around the world.
She knows.
-L

love a little bolder

ph: Olga Onischenko + weheartit

you will not be my last

ph: Adriano Sodr�

You loved me, and at first, it was an unrequited love. But once I allowed myself to, I loved you back. I became vulnerable as you forced yourself into my mind, creeping into my privacy, making my thoughts more accessible and my soul less exclusive. By doing this, you tore down my wall. I was fully open to you, making myself an easy target for heartbreak. I was scared and you knew this, but you made a promise and I trusted you. And it felt good to trust someone.

So, though I never thought I would, I let myself fall. We lived and laughed and loved together. We grew too close but enjoyed it, embraced our romantic friendship. Things changed, but we remained. The physical distance between us grew, though our love seemed stronger than ever. At least to me it did.

It came out of nowhere and within seconds I felt lower than I ever had. I was embarrassed that I was misled by you. That I, of all people, fell for it, didn�t even guess that our bond was disintegrating. You had successfully fooled me. I was so ashamed at how affected I was by you, this stranger that used to be my love. It felt as though I was suffocating and suffering from a blow to the stomach all at the same time. I thought that feeling was made up by Hollywood screenwriters who felt the need to make the portrayal of a relationship as dramatic as possible, but it was all too real: the weak, trembling knees and the need to collapse in tears and curl into a ball, trying to prevent anyone else from getting in.

The thing I feared most, the thing that I promised to my former independent, strong self had happened: my heart had been broken.

You are enjoying your life now, which on the surface kills me because I want you to regret your decision. But, deep within my core, I am glad for you. I don�t like either of these feelings. I do not want someone who deeply hurt me to have my happiness, and I especially do not want them to have my anger. I wish I merely did not care, for indifference is stronger than hatred. Anyone who is trying to figure out how to behave around a former love will most likely understand what I mean by that, that indifference is stronger.

I am no longer in love with you, yet you still have my heart. I am trying to get it back, and it�s so frustrating because you don�t even want it. Maybe what�s keeping it with you is that fact that you have a power that no other will ever possess: you were my first love.

But you will not be my last. I refuse to be forever broken. I strive to love like I�ve never been hurt, and I vow to let go of what hurts in order to make room for what feels good. I�m so sad that such a fun, simple, beautiful relationship has ended completely with no remains of a friendship whatsoever, but I must let go. It will take time, and I am prepared for that. But I must admit, I cannot wait for the day when I wake up and am able to say that I did not think of you once the day before. It is in that moment when I will consider myself healed.

little stupid things

ph: Mariana Pacho L�pez + weheartit

when he sorts out his feelings

ph: Alina Valitova

The reason why I've been so upset lately is of course because of a boy. It's what it's always about. They have a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it, and leave with a reason that is something that is unacceptable in your eyes and doesn't make sense. And confuses you. And you blame yourself. And them. And then yourself again. You always blame yourself. Or something like that.

We ended things September 4th. He was going back to school. In my eyes things had ended two weeks before that. He told me that I wouldn't be a priority to him. I was even going to move to where he was going so I could be with him, so in doing so told me not to bother going. He told me that he wasn't in love with me, and that he didn't want a relationship because school & his movie he's been filming (and that I helped film everyday for months) was more important to him and that there wouldn't be room for me. He told me he didn't try the entire relationship. I have never, ever been told to my face that I wasn't a priority to them. Through actions I suppose I have, but never verbally, straight up like this. Words spoke louder than actions for this two hour long conversation. He told me he wanted to continue dating me for the time he had left in the city, so I said yes. Because I was in love with him. I still am.

As of this day I have cried ever since then. Everyday. Before he left it was hard. He even cried. I remember waking up in the middle of the night when I spent the night there and in his sleep he pulled me close. I started crying because I had no idea of how I'd be able to manage. I still don't. He'd kiss me on my forehead or nose when he thought I was sleeping. I miss him for even those little things.

Then he left. It's as if he has a switch somewhere in his body of which he could turn on or off for a relationship. He treats me differently now. Too different. He won't talk to me, he says he doesn't need to now that we're not in a relationship. He won't be playful or flirty at all with me. He is grouchy and easily irritated with me now whenever I bring up anything regarding us. He won't talk about his feelings. He told me he doesn't have time to even think about his feelings because they matter much less than school. That hurts me. I want him to know how he's feelings whether he wants me or not. I want him to be okay, and I know he's not.

Tonight I confronted him about this for I think the last time. I reminded him that the second time we hungout (ever) he told me critical things about his life, his secrets he kept from nearly everyone. And I told him mine. He told me he hadn't felt this way in a long time and I saw it in his face that he meant it. He went back to school shortly after this, and we still dated. I visited. Ever since around this time he put up a wall. That was the first and last time he talked about his deep feelings. I told him tonight that I wish I knew what made him do this, what made him run from me and everyone else. I don't know what I did to make him get so afraid. I wish I had answers. I'm so upset. I don't know what to do. This is the most I've ever been hurt by one person. Maybe when he sorts out his feelings we can date again, but I don't know. He said we could. He has a lot to sort out.

the way to be strong

ph: Seren Coskun

excited what the future holds

ph: Robert Felix

I'm in one of my elementary classes and I told the kids to write every single word from the book they are reading because they weren't reading the words properly and were goofing around. So, I thought I would write you a letter. Haha. How was your day!? It looks like you had a fun Halloween party with your students! I just wanted to tell you that you have been an amazing person in my life the past 6 months that I have known you. Your presence in my life in Korea has been awesome. My experience here is that much more fabulous. These past few months of being "official" have been so memorable and you have made me so happy! I haven't been this happy in such a long time. The fact that we are working out and going to the gym TOGETHER is so amazing. You show that you really care about me, about us. I really appreciate that you want me to be happy. I love how you grasp that simple concept like it's nothing and it can be so difficult for others to understand. I want you to be happy too! And I hope that I am doing that for you.
Thank you for loving me for me. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for cooking meals for me. Thank you for not judging me. Thank you for being with me.

You have come to know me so well and there is more about me that I want you to learn. And I am sure there is more about you that you want me to know. Over time those things will be shared and I just know that we will become even more close.

Every day and/or night we spend together I cherish. I'm really excited what the future holds because I definitely see you in it. You're a very precious person to me and the bought of losing you makes me so depressed- I don't even want to think about it. I love all the memories we've shared and I know I will love all the new ones we will share too.

I miss you (even though I just saw you this morning). See you tonight!
I love you.

Love always,
Amanda

"You're writing the story of your life one day at a time."

future girlfriend application test

ph: Lee Crutchley | Quoteskine

the forbidden road

ph: Stefany Alves

You may have my heart and my soul. You may control my actions and my words. Have it all, but you will never hear my deepest thoughts about the one you took away from me:

I will never have him again. He awaits me at the end of the forbidden road. The road I am too afraid to go down because you will leave me. Of course, there is a chance something better may lie at the end, but so far, I have not taken that chance. Instead, I relive the memories of our most joyous times.

I remember that night I wanted him so bad. I was possessed by this desire. I refused to go back until our lips locked. As he leaned against the little post on the sidewalk, they finally did. Curiously, the moment our lips touched, I began to cry. I had told him they were happy tears, but they were in fact tears of fear. Fear that I had just kissed him, while you were still in the picture. Occasionally, I convince myself that my boa constrictor-like pursuit was the reason I got what I wanted that night. But the truth is, he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. It was real.

Then I remember the day we sneaked off together. We walked a little and finally stopped at a gelato place. As we sat down, his leg was jumping up and down. It always did that and he always told me it was because he was nervous. Everything was always so natural between us though. Nevertheless, I was flattered by his bouncing leg.

One night we went to dinner with a few close acquaintances of ours. They were blind to our connection. At least, they were supposed to be. He never let go of me that night. His hand was on my leg under the table, or our legs intertwined the whole time. I wore brown leggings, polka dot flats, a jean skirt, a beige shirt and a grey jacket. My hair was down. He wore a black collared shirt and jeans. Again, we went for gelato after.

I remember one last thing about that week. But it doesn�t make me smile like the previous memories. We were lying on his bed. I was crying while he held me. I promised him I would leave you so the two of us could be together. I said these words without meaning them. My heart�s course had been blurred. All along, I knew that me and him, and our sole kiss were to be a secret. It was an escape for me, but it was everything to him

But he went and called you. He told you everything, and from that moment on, nothing has ever been the same. You have forbidden him from me. I was never angry with him for doing that. He was scared because I was slipping and disappearing into you again, the same way I always do. He was scared. He should never have believed me.

I can never have him again.

I can never have my best friend.

I regret that kiss.

Do you?

don't be like the rest

ph: Berta Pfirsich + weheartit

so many treasures

ph: Martyna Galla

"We're so fairytale it makes people sick," is you. Is me. Is us.

I hadn't seen you in four and a half years and I was hungry for
something new. When you unexpectedly texted me just before
Thanksgiving, I felt as though I had found a key to a safe long
forgotten; so many treasures simply left to sit, waiting to be
rediscovered. We continued talking and before long we were planning to
meet. Sure, we went to school together years before and the memory of
your face was faint, but our instant attraction felt so familiar. The
moment we saw each other, we knew that we were ready. That night was a
night of adventures: retro pizza diner, first kiss on the beach, and
holding each other during every moment of every movie we would sneak
into. It was so perfect, it wasn't real. You made me feel like
anything was possible and in fact, it was true-- nothing stopped us.
As I type this sentence, I can still feel the kiss you left on my hand
while I was driving.

We met again and again after that. We saw each other for three
Tuesdays. Three wonderful Tuesdays of kissing in the library stacks,
reading poetry to each other, and laughing at waiters. The timing was
right for these past three weeks but now, you're across the country. I
miss the fairytale we built, the castle we built together. It kills me
that we can't keep adding new chapters to our story because time is
driven us to separate places. It kills me that I am beginning to
forget the little details. It kills me that I cannot replace you. We
made people sick with our quick love. You are a virus that I don't
want to be cured of.

You told me I was your queen.
And you
are
my king.

we all start as strangers

ph: weheartit

my love

ph: cristina altieri

To my soul mate.

You once asked me why do I love you. More precisely, you put it: why do I think I love you and how did I get this idea in my head, it can�t possibly be! Well, I�ve never put this idea in my head; believe me. My heart was the one to stop beating since the first time I�ve ever met you - a long time ago, taking my breath away, leaving me completely dizzy and amazed near you. And it still does every time we meet. I become vulnerably strong by your side, afraid and courageous, uneasily peaceful, with my heart speed racing to the point that it stops beating, and it only recover its rhythm when you touch me. And that�s how I know I love you. When you breathe near me, when you speak to me, when you look at me, when you touch me I�m certain that these are the sigh and the voice I want to hear, the eyes I want to see and the hand I want to touch for the rest of my life. I love you.

But maybe my love is not enough for you. Maybe that�s why you doubt it. Maybe you need and want other things, other securities that can go smoothly according to your plans, that won�t take you out of your comfort zone. I respect that. I love you. I will always respect any decision that you make. You are beautiful to me. I wish only that you could feel my highest offer to you. It�s our natural course: I offer you my life, my love, everything ahead of me because we belong together. How can I be so sure and you aren�t? What are you so afraid of? When have you become so skeptical? My beloved please let your heart speak, not your rational mind. Feel us once and for all, without restrictions, for the sake of our love. Let it live. I�m all yours. Take good care of my love. Let your heart do the talking and not your mouth.

Yours forever.

do not chase people

ph: Marija Strajnic + weheartit

we've lost it

ph: Deniz Damar

I hate that feeling of being alone.
The one where you realize that the person you could share you deepest and most darkest thoughts, is further away than you could ever have possibly imagined.
The feeling that you both have somehow managed to grow apart, and that feeling of loss.
The feeling of knowing that deep down there is no longer anything for you with them, you've gotten everything you could from your relationship together.
The feeling of missing them, even though they're right there, right next to them.
That sparkle you once felt, now replaced with that of a heart wrenchingly, blank, nothing.
Although visibly close, you're now so very separate, you've changed.
I loved for you, but all along, my heart knew this was it.
Nothing else could come of it.
Who are you. We've lost it. You've lost me.
You've lost it.

i love you

ph: Becca Stadtlander