There isn’t enough words in the english language that could properly describe the way that you make me feel, and the pure joy and excitement I get when I see your smile, hear your laugh or stare into your eyes.


It’s a shame that you will never be mine… 

You lay home at night alone and so cold,
curled up and cluttered with clothes yet to fold.
you feel deep inside that something’s wrong.
just out of place but yet nothing’s gone.

Now as days go by you try hard to dream,
And you try to replay that final scene.
“She walks on that path to guide her way home,
you continue along feeling empty and alone.
We’ll meet again, its all i can hope
but till that day comes i must learn to cope.”

It all seemed so real so vivid and true,
but how is it right, I have yet to meet you.
perfection it differs in my mind and yours,
nothing lives up, and I can’t take much more.
laying awake on these nights that bleed into days,
how can i love, ” Now let’s count the ways” 

How can I find the words to express
To open my heart and lower my stress.
If love’s an illusion then what do i feel
not knowing the just why I cant tell whats real.
We’re destined to be, that much I know. 
but I stumble through words and i can’t seem to show.
the difference you make in more ways than one.
It explains the urge i get to just turn and run.
dream world or not i know that you’re real,
because of the things i know that i feel.

Now as days go by you try hard to dream,
And you try to replay that final scene.
“She walks on that path to guide her way home,
you continue along feeling empty and alone.
We’ll meet again, this feeling is strong
i’ll wait till that day no matter how long”

When did you first fall in love?


How did you know it was love when you have nothing to truly compare it to? 


And was it just me that only realized you “fell in love” when the other person didn’t love you back? 

always wondering…

(via camerondettman)