I just want to see you & when I see you I want to kiss you, slowly…tenderly…. Then go on a slow walk to the park holding hands and get on the swings and run around and laugh and have fun like if we were little kids…then I want you to hold me like you never want to let me go and tell me you love me & that you will never love anyone else as much as you love me.
It’s fucked up how when we want something bad enough, we don’t seem to care about the flaws that it might bring, but once we have it and we start noticing the things we don’t like about it we just don’t want it anymore.
I wish I had a family. Not like parents or cousins. My family. My boyfriend, our kid(s) and me. Our Christmas would be so fucking great and full of love. I have so much joy and love locked up inside and I have no one to share it with…I can’t wait till I have this. This is my dream..
“I believe that the fact that I share the same bloodline with someone doesn’t make them family. I can’t love someone just cause they are family and it’s part of the duty of being related, no..hell no. You gain love the same way you earn respect. You stand by someone, support, counsel, share, respect, trust, dedicate time and cherish them; most of all, keep to the honor of being faithful to them. That’s how you decide that you love someone. That’s how family is actually defined, not by the fact that the same blood flows through our veins. That’s how I decide who I love and who I respect, last names mean nothing to me.”—HazardousHearts (via hazardoushearts)