We were nothing more than an opened door with a pleasant looking welcome mat. Chill bro.
See, for me, the thing is: Fairytales are make believe. They aren’t real. — And that’s what I want: Something real, a real relationship. A relationship where the two of us can just be ourselves without any judgement passed against each other, one where we both can laugh and embrace each others flaws, no matter how bad, because we’re both grown enough to understand and appreciate that those little details are what make us who we are. A relationship built on the foundation of trust & honesty, one where we both can find enough courage in each other to step front against the masks we wear and show our true colors — a sense of being up-front and brave enough to step up and say, “Hey, this is me! Hate it or love it.” I want a relationship where everything just clicks, one where my laughs are loud and proud, and my smile, genuine, where being with him isn’t a task, it’s a pleasure. A relationship where feelings are raw and communication is key, one where we can confide in each other and be grown enough to say how we feel and what’s on our mind, good or bad. I want a relationship where the only rules we follow are the rules we make, one where right and wrong is measured by what we feel in our hearts, not by the rules that come in the handbook. To put it simply: A relationship where we can just be us, naturally and comfortably. Fuck fairytales.
I’m happy where I’m at.