I’ll tell you what the end of the world will be like. It will be a final moment; both terrible and heartbreaking. Absolute chaos. People running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. All of them trying to tell someone else, ‘I love you.’ It’s not the end of the world yet. But you don’t wait until then to tell her. The worst thing isn’t the end of the world. It’s what you didn’t finish; what you didn’t say when you had the chance.
“ I want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest. Not necessarily the “hottest” or the “prettiest”, but the cutest. Because hotness refers to the body, and god knows mine isn’t perfect. Pretty refers to the face and I know plenty of girls prettier than me. But cuteness is referring to every imperfection that he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. Like how I have a dorky laugh, or I can’t watch gory movies, or the way my hair smells. All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl. "
I am that girl, and because of my boyfriend, I am the happiest girl alive,”—
“Sometimes I feel that the people that I love don’t appreciate me
And some hate to see the shit I’ve been going through lately
See you was here, when it started to haywire
You’re still here, walkin with me going thru the fire
And I really love you for it, I know you all relate too
On everything that I believe and I appreciate it you
And just for that, it don’t matter you can put that on my name
The way you rep me, let me be there just for you the same
Sometimes the pressure and the pain, it be wearin’ me out
But I thank you for just bein’ there and for hearin’ me out
I got a clearer view, I thank God that you’re here for me and I’m here for you”—