Falling hard for boys and staying up making too much noise is normal for your age

And kissing strangers in the dark trying to mend your broken heart is a part of life they say

So why is it so hard to believe that it could happen to me? I want

Written letters back and forth. Good nights exchanged on the porch. Sneaking secrets and memorizing details. But the realization soon will hit that only stuff like that exists in storybooks and fairytales. Or maybe it’s not in the cards right now, but all of that could change when love comes around

Look how young you are, your life hasn’t even started. I know you’ll meet someone soon

And even if you don’t, it doesn’t mean that you are broken. Your best days come when it’s just you

I know why it’s so hard to believe. Because all of this advice is contradicting. I want

Written letters back and forth. Good nights exchanged on the porch. Sneaking secrets and memorizing details. But the realization soon will hit that only stuff like that exists in storybooks and fairytales. Or maybe it’s not in the cards right now, but all of that could change when love comes around

All I want is to believe in having a happy ending. Like

Written letters back and forth. Good nights exchanged on the porch. Sneaking secrets and memorizing details. But the realization soon will hit that only stuff like that exists in storybooks and fairytales. Or maybe it’s not in the cards right now, but all of that could change when love comes around