i used to think being wanted by someone else meant everything.
having someone you can always count on, someone you can always call, someone to have when you go home, felt like a dream to me.
its not everything.
eventually your heart, it gets taken, you give pieces away each time you fall, and you can never really get them back. And eventually, you have nothing more to give.
Everyone always takes and takes, and simply, after years, after months, after days, and hours, and seconds of giving your self, giving your heart, giving your mind and body, and your everything you have nothing more to give.
You all pray someday that we can find that one person, that one person out of the billions of people in the world to make giving everything you have worth it, because they have done the same for you.
you hope and pray and dream of the day that when you have nothing more of your heart to give, they find the strength for you, to give the one last little piece of your heart that you’ve saved worth it.
i just want it all to be worth it someday.
all the heart break, and tears cried, and days spent wondering why and how it will all work out will be worth it.
we’ve been told from fairy tales that your prince charming will come, and your princess will be there waiting. its not always that simple in the end.