I want what all these couples around me have. I want what my grandparents have.
I don’t want an immature romance. I’ve had tons of those. I want my great love. I want someone to hold me as I read at four in the morning. I want someone to ignore all the petty drama, and not involve me in conflict. I want someone who will put as much effort into our romance as I do. I want someone who I can trust with my life. Who I know will never do anything to hurt me. Who understands me. Who I know will be there with me when I’m going through my rough periods with myself, and love me despite it all.
I’m just ready for something real. Not some fizzling romance that lasts a few months.
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Yes.
No. You have a reason to live, you’re going to accomplish many fantastic fucking things, you’re going to fall in love, fall out of love, go fantastic places and meet fucking fantastic people. You’re here for a reason and if I can push through suicide, you can too.
Yes.
I feel like being brutally honest, send me ridiculous yes or no questions. GO
Yes.
