I'm Lindsey. I'm an 20 year old girl living in the south where I don't belong. I love to read and write although I don't do much of either anymore. My heart belongs to my best friend. I have a cat named Oliver and I love him to death. I'm shy and weird but that's the way I've always liked it.
It’s not about the labels or becoming official. It’s about getting to know someone well enough to develop genuine feelings for them. It’s about being understanding and forgiving when situations are at their worst. It’s about loving someone, not for what they have to offer but who they are. It’s never about blaming your significant other for not treating you like how you want to be treated, it’s about how hard they try to keep you around.
one day you’re going to fall in love,
and you’ll know you’re in love because
you never liked brown eyes before,
and their eyes are your favorite color now
you’ll know because you start to notice
the placement of their freckles
more and more every day,
and because you argue but want to apologize first
only because you can’t wait for the moment
where you make-up and
breathe a deep sigh of relief and
get to kiss again.
you’ll know you’re in love because
being stranded together in a dark, starless field
is now your favorite place to be and
being there, on the grass
tracing circles with your fingertips
along their skin,
all the while remembering the times from
before you could call them yours and
how strange and
unbelievably lucky you feel to have gotten to experience this
and also wondering
how there was ever anything
other than this.