I wish I listened to myself.

I don't know;

I just loved him more than me

(which isn't the healthiest option there is to have)

But alas,

ce la vie.

I need to reread this :

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/short-thoughts-on-love-distance-and-being-afraid/

"Things'll turn out the way you want, if you could just stop doubting that I love you."

If you live in the area of land that is currently known as the United States, but your ancestors are not natively indigenous to this region - or any part - of North America, you are, by dictionary definition (n: a person who comes to a country to take up permanent residence), an immigrant.

I’m talking to you, Eurocentric-“Americans”. STFU about immigration rights and policies if you can’t accept that of any person who “doesn’t belong here”, it is first and foremost you.

being in relationship with and loving someone has been one of the most humbling, joyful, reflective, trying, and ultimately exciting things I have ever and hope to ever experience.

Note :

If you haven't yet learned this lesson firsthand,

Love really is, first and foremost, patient.

The trick :

patience.