“there is no right or wrong way to love. there is no right or wrong way to wear your heart on your sleeve, to wake up in the middle of the night with only sunflowers in your veins, to want to spend the rest of your life radiating a person as if they are joy. there is no right or wrong way to love, but darling, please. you never fucking loved me. you can stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. you can stop blaming your fault lines on your lack of self-confidence, your sad interior, your uncaring nature, your family who never taught you how to love without limits. i don’t deserve to settle for this half-assed love, this love that makes my bones shake and my lungs fill with oceans instead of oxygen. darling, love knows no excuses. love doesn’t leave the doorstep when the rain starts and come knocking when the sun’s out. love grabs an umbrella. love is not afraid. love doesn’t have to be taught how to stay. note to self: when you find fists made of iron and a heart made of stone, use your strength to run instead of trying to teach them how to love you the right way. because there is no right or wrong way to love, but you never fucking loved me.”
— darling, please (via achingchest)
