Just Wait.

Stop. Stop right there. To everyone who has ever told me that love does not exist, stop. Because I was there, once, too, so heartbroken and rejected and misanthropic that I was sure that there was no way that love existed.

And then I met him.

You'll meet yours.

Until then, just stop.
jukeboxjuly jukeboxjuly
18-21, F
2 Responses Jun 10, 2007

Good for you, you kept believing and found the one that could make those beliefs come true! Great! I am happy for you.

So true!