valentine.

To love and love fully is to love with out strings. Those who do good with out ever having acknowledgment are those who spin the lighter side of the world on it's axis, propelling the rest of us in to the idea that happiness is a gift felt rather than given. No one can tell you that what you've done is worth it and suddenly make it so - it has to be something that you realize on your own and take to heart so firmly that no opposing view could sway your self contentness.

"Those who stand for nothing will fall for anything."

Those who stand only in a crowded room have never really left the ground.


The whole world puts it's faith in the actions of others, not in the way that they live themselves. They wait for someone who will write them poetry and depend on the affection of others to like who they are. They want rings and ponies and sunsets that follow them as they ride off to the land they'd only visited in dreams. They want a fairytale and they want it now; forget the laughter of a child or the feeling of making a teacher proud. Forget their best friend, who forgave every word they'd ever spat out. Forget the way it smells when it rains and the way it feels to be smiled at by a stranger when you're having the worst hairday of your entire life. Forget how it feels to be loved platonically and with out expectations; they want something movie-like.

I wanted to know how it felt to sleep miles away and feel like they were right next to me.
I wanted to be wrapped in something of theirs, to have the warmth I was aching for.
Something inexpensive and quickly thought out; something to be mine and mine alone.
I got it, and I'm more than willing to bet that I'm happier than anyone who's staring out the window at a sunset they're not riding off in to.