You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there
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(via eveningwitheldiablo) |
A real man isn’t defined by the number of girls he had, but by the number of girls he told “I’m sorry, but I’m taken. And I love her so much.” ♥
Caged
A cage of gilded metal,
hangs up on a string,
for everybody to see.
Within perches beauty,
beauty with a flashy coat,
but with a broken wing.
Gathered around with smiles,
they wait for him to sing,
and sing he does, or so they think.
Their ignorance blinds them,
deafens their ears to the truth,
of what the bird is trying to say.
They hear melodious twittering,
notes to a song with no words,
but that is far from the truth.
The creature they’ve caged,
Is not singing at all, but screaming,
Screaming to be let out; set free.
