"There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart."
- (via forever-and-alwayss)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via saranghaeee-)
"That night, you asked me how it felt like to be loved.
I half-smiled, knowing it was a little bit more convincing
to say that being loved by someone like him, felt nice.
But I could never begin to tell you,
that a love like ours was a mess of contradictions.
It was rough, and it was easy.
It was overwhelming, and it was pleasant.
It was happy, and it was sad.
It was a collection of memories
and painful goodbyes.
A love that still brings tears to my eyes.
A love that still makes me wish,
I wasn’t so young, then.
A love, pure.
A love, real.
A love that made me pick my insides,
and a love that cradled me to sleep.
Impatient, and kind.
Passionate, and angry.
Confusing, and just about every bit satisfying.
I wanted to say it then.
I wanted to say that it was everything I wished for
and everything I never wished for.
‘I don’t know.’ was all the response I could make out.
‘I don’t really think love suits me.’"
- Keen Malasarte, “Sometimes I Fear Love Won’t Suit Me” (via acupofkeen)