"love has no age?"

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I believe in the theory of love.
I also believe that the people who say that you are too 'young' to love, are not people I'd like to associate with. Because they've got it all wrong. And most, wouldn't stop to listen to me, for I am too 'young' to say something that makes sense.
Love is a feeling. It comes when it has to. In the form of anyone. It could be at the moment you wake up and see your mother after a long month. It could be when you're fourteen, and meet that one person who's changing your world for good. It could be when you're twenty three, walking alone in a mall, when the tall stranger with bright eyes comes along and asks to help you with your shopping bags, or when you're thirty one, walking your dog in your block, and that beautiful girl in blue jeans asked you for directions.
Don't be afraid of loving.
Love yourself. Your friends. Your books.
Love what you like doing.
It's a choice. A brilliant one, which makes everything so much better.
Loving is a beautiful feeling. And being loved, it's even better.
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Happiness is not a condition. It's a choice. You either choose to be happy, or you live life without it, in a dark prison, waiting for that one ray of sunshine which will actually never make it through unless you want it to.
Happiness is yours to find. Find it, and all your worries will slowly fade away.
Happiness is beautiful.
So are you.
Find your happiness. Find yourself.

/ m e /

Everyone has a different point of the day which they select as their utmost favourite and that time is the time no one can take away from them.
For me, it's just those ten minutes I keep to myself before going to bed.
Those ten minutes, are MY ten minutes. And during that time, I allow myself to escape from this monotonous world that we live in to a place, where only I go to. A place only I know. A place which belongs to me.
Every night before going to bed, is the end of one entire day. Every night before sleeping, you complete an entire day's existence. Do you know how much that is?
It might not seem like much, because these days become weeks which become months and then years... But really, it's so much.
And after I think about this, the satisfaction I attain is enough. It's all I need.
But then again, that's just me.

Years from now,
'A bottle of happiness?'
'3,575 bucks, ma'am.'
'Well, I guess I'm too poor to be happy.'

Letter to the ex-bestfriend

Dear ex-bestfriend,
Thank you for making me feel as if I was the luckiest person in the world, and that I didn't need anything or anyone else. Thank you for being the only friend I had and thank you for being the only one I could talk to. Thank you for listening to all my crap and telling me I'm more than a wreck and tolerating my tantrums and listening to my stupid rants and picking me up when I fell.
Dear ex-bestfriend, I also want to thank you for leaving and making my entire world crumble down into pieces. Thank you for making me feel alone and worse than I was before. Thank you for breaking all your promises when you said that you're here for me, forever. Thank you for making it so difficult for me to open up to others and to see the world with two eyes instead of four. Thank you for being my best friend and being in my life.
Thank you, I really needed a reality check.
The world isn't all sugar and people will leave and it is going to be so difficult and sometimes you will feel like giving up and thank you, for teaching me this.
You were so important, whether you know it or not.

/H O M E/

I could go to all the places in the world, see all the beautiful things there are to see. But at the end of the day, I will return to you. Home.
I could meet all the people with the liveliest of spirits and sweetest of words. But when I am tired, and I don't know what to do and my brain stops functioning and my heart feels like it's going to give up on me, I will return to you. Home.
I could talk to all those boys with the perfect brown eyes and hair which you feel like running your fingers through. But when my demons greet me alone at 3 am, and my lungs are going to explode and curse me for those cigarettes I spent all my money on and I can't breathe and I am dying, I will return to you. Home.
Even though I won't always be there and sometimes I am not the person I was the day before, I will return to you, regardless of whether you provide the shelter I desperately seek, or not.
I will return to you, every single day.
I will return to you, for you are what I need.
I will return to you, because you are home and after all, home, is where the heart is.

/So in love/

It's those tiny moments, those certain times you feel something deep within, which makes you realise how in love you are.
When you smile while listening to a sad song that made you cry until last year.
When you see an old couple, and feel the wave of immense warmth wash over you.
When you smile to yourself thinking about them when you're in a boat watching the sunset with your fingers running through the cool water.
When he makes you a cup of coffee to give your morning a lovely start.
When she strokes your hair with your head in her lap after you had a bad day.
When you're reading PS. I Love You for the millionth time, but now without tears because you have them to wipe the tears away before they fall.
When you look over at the next table at the coffee shop, where that girl smiles at her boyfriend as he pulls out the ring from his coat pocket.
It's not the big gifts, expensive dates, huge vacations that show your love. It's just the thought, the beautiful thought which comes to your mind when you pass these moments, when you think about them.
It's a beautiful thing, being in love.

A Tidal Wave

;It's like a tidal wave
Of all the emotions i can think of
Like feeling icy blasts surround every inch of my body
Perhaps the warmth of oversized hoodies on freezing nights
Or the smell of warm cocoa on a dusky morning
And like being on this journey
One so beautiful that it ceases to cross your eyes just yet
But it will, my darling, it will
It will when i make it exist
And make it so strong, that every time you close your eyes
All you see is this journey of ours
This precious, treasured journey
Because it's a tidal wave
That's what it's like
Loving you
Is a tidal wave;