If you want to be happy, be.

There she goes. Its always the same, but the feeling never changes. She’s perfect, in every possible way. Her hair, her smile, the way she looks over her shoulder and laughs when she tells a joke, even if no one else is laughing.  I wish I could be the one to make her smile. I want to see her past high school, and see all the things I know she will achieve. When I see her furrow her brow in concentration over a difficult math problem, or smirk to herself when she gets it right I want her to look at me and know how I appreciate everything she’s feeling. I don’t really care if its just the little things that no one else would want to know, I want to know them. That way, I’d get to know her. I want to love what she loves and cry when she cries. I want to hold her tight and make her feel loved. She doesn’t have anyone like me, but I can’t approach her. I’m sure she’d hate me. How could she understand? Instead, I’ll watch from a distance as my baby girl grows up without ever knowing me.

(Source: lifessnippets)

“I know I’m not easy to understand. I know I keep a lot inside and I know I’m not the easiest person to read, but that’s okay, because even though there’s a lot about me you’ll never know, there’s a hell of a lot of me you can learn to love.”