hate to admit it, but found someone who got me gigglin like piglet.
To those girls who constantly reblog posts about how love stinks:
Don’t surround yourself with words of people who tell you that you can’t have what you want. And, don’t fill your mind with things that perpetually give you reasons to run away from the smile that you have been so desperately been craving for. But more importantly, don’t become deaf to the beat of your heart, which you so deeply desire to hear grow faster and louder.
I am just really sick of only reading the writings of broken hearts or hopeless romantics every time I go onto Tumblr. Maybe that’s why I barely go on this thing nowadays. I used to be like ‘you.’ Always too scared to tell somebody that you like her, threatened by the fear of rejection, or the feeling of unworthiness. Perhaps you become cynical at times, and you are always doubting yourself. You probably cheer yourself up by saying it’s going to be alright because as long as you know that he’s happy, then you will be too. You do this by telling yourself that all you want to do is make sure that the person you like is always smiling or happy. But, that’s all BS. An hour later, you’ll reblog posts about how much boys suck and how badly you want a boy to love you. You just say it to cover up how you feel.
If you really want to be loved, then put yourself in a place where you can be loved and then, go ahead and let yourself be loved. From my own experience, I think that love doesn’t come easy when your thoughts and feelings are restricted to the confinements of your forever-cherished Tumblr page. It’s like you’ve been endlessly fishing in this dead ocean for way too long, relying on nothing but a crappy fishing rod and shitty bait to catch the most prized trophy fish. Yeah, you could continue to wait and cast everything you got into this seemingly dead sea and, who knows, maybe you will get a few bites here and there. But, soon enough, you’ll learn that you can’t rely on your shitty rod and bait to catch this prized fish. You need to learn that you can’t get what you want with some stupid fishing rod, but there is only one way to catch it: by taking a deep breath and diving in head first, taking a risk, and using yourself as the one true bait, the only bait. Only when you realize this will you be able to find your trophy fish, will you be able to perhaps find love.
I first started out with my current girlfriend as just friends. It wasn’t until I had sequestered enough courage to awkwardly grab Teresa’s hand and name her little thumb “Tony” (I was an awkward freak who was trying to be funny) that I started to believe that perhaps I could fall in love and be happy. As awkward as I may have been, I still took a dive at the trophy fish, a shot at love. And, look where that awkwardness got me! In the wise words of Dory, “just keep swimming.” Be strong and always tread forward.
