this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.
So if you actually read my blog you know about Mr. “x” and the whole unrequited love story. I’ve told my friend Ina about it and everyone who was involved know about it as well (duh)… And it’s kind of funny, because everyone who was there were HIS friends - not mine, and THEY said they didn’t think he deserved me. And then I tell Ina and she says “you know what? I actually didn’t think he deserved you.” Trust me, she wouldn’t say it if she didn’t mean it. And his friends sure as hell didn’t have to say it. They could’ve just been like “boo-fucking-hoo bitch!”, but they didn’t.
You can ask anyone of my friends about me and how I feel about men when it comes to relationships and sex, and they will tell you I’m unbelievably picky. Why is that? Well, it’s because I won’t accept ANYTHING less than I think I deserve. And apparently the one person I thought was worthy of me didn’t deserve me according to others. So now I’m just like… what?