i refrain from putting overly-personal things in here (minus things that relate to songs i post) but i’ve just a thing i have to get off my chest.
three years. three fucking years. i’ve gotten over first girlfriends, second girlfriends, losing friends, losing best friends, lesbians, random hookups, everything. but i can’t get over this. three years. for someone i never even dated. to make matters worse, i fucked up our entire friendship last summer and between saying happy birthday to each other it’s been an almost year long silence. throw every cliché at me right now i’m going to say it, i’ve been in love with the same girl for three fucking years and there has been no person in this long-running carousel of women who have gone in and out of my life that has even compared.
this never stops being adorable. i know my rule for my blog is generally just music or pictures from movies/tv shows but this is adorable enough to warrant a post.
heart = melted.
i mean, what? power tools! steaks! muscle cars!
“john and june married and settled into the lake home in hendersonville. two years later they had a son, john carter cash
for the next 35 years they raised their children, recorded music, toured and played the world together.
june passed in may 2003. four months later, john followed.”
“i saw the way you look at her.”
“I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we’re great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy dog way, although I’m sure that’s what you’ll call it. I love you. Very, very simple. Very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can’t take this anymore.
I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t, I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship—no pun intended—but I had to say it, because I’ve never felt this way before. And I don’t care, I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can’t hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn’t allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome—which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shootdown. And, you know, I’ll accept that. But I know—I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment. And if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that, and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds.
There isn’t another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I’m with you. And I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can’t deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me, which—while I do appreciate it—I’d never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.”
“can you feel the love tonight?”
“well if you like her so much, don’t give up.”
“she’s engaged.”
“pfft, b.f.d. - engaged ain’t married.”
“hm.”
“never ever, ever - give up.”
“i love you, penny. i’ve always loved you. i’m so sorry. i love you.”
“i love you too.”
“i don’t know where i am, but—”
“i’ll find you, des—”
“—i promise—”
“—no matter what—”
“—i’ll come back to you—”
“—i won’t give up—”
“i love you.”
“tell you what - truth is, sometimes i miss you so bad i can hardly stand it.”