be happy

"i fall in love with words that speak to knowing who i am, with words that speak to discovering who you are. i fall in love when asked what is interesting about me. i fall in love when you’re underneath me, your skin touched by my hands. i fall in love with tired eyes, worried eyes, anxious eyes. i fall in love with fierce eyes, made intense by the madness that lives within. i fall in love with the madness. the storm that dwells that is never tamed but is instead ridden out with expertise. i fall in love with wild horses that i can never ride, but who instead show me where to go. i fall in love with restlessness, shown in the cascading fall of hair. i fall in love with indecision, the safety of uncertainty. i fall in love with stubborn tears. i fall in love with irrational fears. i fall in love with hurricanes, with whirlwinds. i fall in love standing in the rain. i fall in love with the sweetness that comes sometimes only with the new moon. i fall in love with the bitterness that grows easily up through cracks, sprouting difficult weeds to remove. i fall in love with movements, dances i can only admire. i fall in love in the act of being pushed down. i fall into love, for there it exists so clearly on the ground. i fall in love with the rise and fall of sleeping chests, with lips parted open slightly. i fall in love with the sounds you don’t know you make. i fall in love with the way bodies tremble in nightmares, woken by a gentle kiss. i fall in love with those who fall off bikes, who dart head first recklessly into traffic. i fall in love with speed. i fall in love with the act of appreciation. i fall in love with the knowledge you will walk away and i will let you go."

"Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship. 
 
I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone. 
 
But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore. 
 
I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?
 
It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning. 
 
The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.
 
Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better."

"I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone."