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That’s exactly what they are. They are the ones that introduced you to everything, made you love them, and loved you back, and also broke your heart. But no matter how hurt you are, you’ll always love them. ALWAYS. They’ll stay with you forever. And not only will you not notice it, but deep down you will compare every other person to them. And none of them will live up, because that he/she was your first love. Then after months of letting go, when you finally think you are okay with letting them go, they’ll call, you’ll hear “your” song, or you’ll pass by a place that was important to both of you, or see a movie, or something that reminds you of how much they meant and how much you really loved them and realize you’re not completely over this person as much as you hoped.

Think about it. For a second there you imagined killing yourself. I know it’s hard now, but you should not give up like that. Life is such a precious thing. We hurt, I know. But at the end of the day, the people you love will help you get  through with it. I know your better than that. In fact, I want you to open your eyes and realize how precious your life is. And how you should appreciate the people that care about you, cause they were the ones who’s been there for you through it all. I want you to live life happy, so you’ll end up dying happy too. In God’s will, not in your own hands.

If these memories you have given me are the cause of my pains, I don’t want them. I need to focus on living in happiness, not the gloominess that you tried to place in my life. I admit, we had our ups and downs but in the end, it’s not worth it if I have to sacrifice my pursuit of happiness in order for you to gain yours. All because of you, I don’t care about love or friendship anymore. I’m done being hurt trying to show you that there’s always something better and worth it. All you do is end up giving up on it and tossing it out anyway. I hope you stay bitter and continue with your depressing life, while I live mine with a smile.

You may be just a face, but deep inside you, is also a heart. You have a heart that’s beautiful, and I know these guys can see it to. Even if they did fall for your face, Show them that there’s more to you than just meets the eye.  And they’ll see just how beautiful you are not just on the outside, but on the inside as well

Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?

What happened to that old fashion type of relationship? The ones where you slowly fall in love with each other and you can tell that they’re the one just by looking into their eyes. The ones that are handwritten on sheets of binder paper with sappy love poems that actually came from their heart, and not from google. The ones where you always thought of each other as best friends, before you thought of each other as lovers. When you used to meet their parents instead of meeting the inside of their bed sheets. When you knew hearing rocks hit your window pane meant sneaking out, just to lay under the stars together. When getting your arm over her shoulder was first base and getting a kiss on your cheek was second. The ones where you couldn’t fall asleep at night because your life’s reality was finally better than being in your dreams. The ones where when your heartbeats collided, you swore you’re listening to the next eighty years of your life together. When a boom box was still a way to confess your love for one another and giving your sweater up on a cold day was just as good as any love letter. When walking home together was normal and having your first kiss at the front door was something extra. When holding hands turned into never ending thumb wars and their smile is something you couldn’t get enough of. The ones where picnics at the local park were just as good as constructing pillow forts in their living room. When the talking stage lasted longer than a couple of nights and your virginity wasn’t misplaced, but handed over. The ones where true beauty came from their heart and not their face and where you would tie each other’s shoe laces. The ones where you only wrote your love letters in permanent ink because what you wrote down then you meant forever. And I wonder where this type of relationship has gone because my whole life I’ve been searching with no luck but, I still hope.

I’ve realized that loving someone who adores you takes a lot of courage. It may sound mixed up, but telling yourself you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back is an easy way out of life. Unrequited love is safe. You can go on loving and loving someone but you can’t get hurt; they already don’t love you, what else could go wrong? But when someone loves you, and you start to love them too, you share something so precious. You’re both dancing with this great, fragile thing between you. It’s some kind of mirror ball, turning around, reflecting all the important moments of your life that you stored away in your heart; the ones you thought nobody else would ever see, that you thought would be yours and yours alone forever. All those moments of yours are projected on to the walls, and all your lover’s moments are too. Suddenly your whole lives are connected, and those moments only hold meaning because they led up to this one, right here. You’re both dancing and dancing around this beautiful creation and at any point it can smash to pieces; everything that made you happy can disappear. You just have to trust them not to let that happen. It’s a little reckless and very, very brave. Ultimately, it’s also worth it.