• me: it wont bother me.
  • me: *lies down*
  • me: it actually really bothers me. a lot. so i'm gonna think about it all night instead of sleeping.
"I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved."