Being in love is like being fat..You can't hide it

You may not get it right the first time...life happens,people meddle,you frustrate each other and in those circumstances,you drift apart...
When you get a second chance and the universe smiles at you,destiny lends a hand and fate brings you together again,

Do not mess it up

Insecurity has in most cases has nothing to do with the you...its to do with the other person and the voices in their head...if not put in check it can reach levels of paranoia,emotional abuse,obsessiveness,jealousy which is often miscontrued as LOVE...we see these signs from the onset,thats a woman intuition God blessed them with...
But they chose to ignore it and only realise when its a little late.

It's a physical sickness. Étienne. How much I love him.

I love Étienne.

I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my bedroom ceiling. I love that the accent over his first name is called an acute accent, and that he has a cute accent.

I love that.

I love sitting beside him in physics. Brushing against him during labs. His messy handwriting on our worksheets. I love handing him his backpack when class is over, because then my fingers smell like him for the next ten minutes. And when Amanda says something lame, and he seeks me out to exchange an eye roll — I love that, too. I love his boyish laugh and his wrinkled shirts and his ridiculous knitted hat. I love his large brown eyes, and the way he bites his nails, and I love his hair so much I could die.

There's only one thing I don't love about him. Her.

Bijau būti nemylimas, nes pats vis dar tebesu įsimylėjęs.

Ah me! why may not love and life be one?