imperfection at its best
I hate them, they suck, and they keep coming back. I feel like a hopeless romantic at a dead end. I know somewhere out there there’s someone for me. But honestly, I feel like I won’t be lucky enough to meet them. I’ve always felt like there’s something missing in my life and I know it’s love. I know who I am, and what I want. I’m ready to settle. But I feel like I’ll never be that perfect guy… I just need someone to trust. But some things will never change. I know there’s a girl out there staring at this in her scattered room thinking the same. Who’s smile isn’t the smile that it once was before. Who feels far away from everything they know. I know how it feels… If I ever get lucky to cross paths with someone like you, I’ll help you back up because even the best of us needs a hand. I have to make my own happiness. I’ll find my own love. Because lately I’ve been feeling like its not for me as much as I want it to be. I’ve been on my own for far too long and it’s all I really know. Love, hopefully I meet you one day…
(via everything-but-a-blog)
(10 months ago)
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