I’m actually starting to love you like how a “best friend” is supposed to love their “best friend”. Like how a sister is suppose to love and nurture her brother. I guess, it’s because we’ve became such close friends in such a short period of time, I’m actually starting to feel the love, that was meant to be there when we actually started to become close.
In summary, I’m glad I met you this year.You’ve showed me the meaning of true friendship, trust and loyalty when I started to forget what it really was. I’m glad happy proud … I’m lost for words on how to describe on how I feel to have you as a friend. A close friend. A good friend. A great friend. A best friend. A brother.
The next time you hear me say “I love you”, would be the first time I said it to any guy friend since late June 2012. It’ll be the first time you hear it from me, and it’ll be the first time where I actually mean it.
You’re one lucky fucking daramji ever.
Question: You know. The type of pain when the guy you like talks about another chick. Yeah, that pain. How do you go through it with flying colours? Without him noticing that it hurts. How can you even listen to him talking about her? What’s the solution to it?
Solution: There is no solution to it. You just have to pretend you don’t care. You have to pretend that you don’t like him. It hurts, no doubt about that. But all you can do is endure it and pretend your feelings for him doesn’t exist. Other than that, you tell him what you really feel for him.
(Source: mohfxckintiffany, via fancymenlikeme)
An insult is an insult. Whether you’re drunk as fuck or you’re sobered up. An insult is still an insult. It still has the same fucking meaning. And it kills a girls self-esteem. It destroys it. It can take days, months or even years to restore what it was. You’ve caused yourself trouble, and it’s going to be all on you.
For me, the main thing want for my boyfriend (if I have one) is for him to be to happy. His happiness is all the really counts other than everything else that really mattered. So yes, if I knew that he would be better off without me, then I would leave. But mostly, for the benefit for him rather than myself. I wouldn’t leave in a harsh way where he’ll be a stranger to me, I’ll most likely try to keep in contact with him.
