“I never had money and I was very happy without it. When I die, my money’s not gonna come with me. My movies will live on— for people to judge what I was as a person. I just want to stay curious.”
— Heath Ledger (04.04.1979 - 01.22.2008)
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How do I know I'm in love with her?
Well, it’s not exactly something that’s easy for me to explain. She gives me this feeling. It’s like being high, without the drugs. I’ll be sitting there smiling like an idiot on the couch, and I’ll realize “oh, my bad. I was thinking about her again” I’ll wake up hugging my pillow, thinking it’s her, then I’ll be all sad because it wasn’t. Thinking about her makes me feel like anything is manageable. When she kisses me, it gives me butterflies. Sometimes, I’ll look her in the eyes, and I’ll lose my trail of thought. So, I settle for looking at her nose. (she usually notices when I do that..) Every second I’m with her is every second that’s worth it. I’m not saying that I don’t want to hang out with friends or anything, because I do. But, I miss her too easily. I don’t usually get jealous, because I trust her not to do anything. She’s gotten me through so much, and helped make me so much stronger. I’m not saying she’s perfect, and I’m not saying I am either. We’re not the perfect people, and we make mistakes. But, knowing we’ll get past that, we’re perfect for each other. I Love You.
