you’re 19, believe me you don’t know what you’re going to want in a boy when you’re 26 and believe me you won’t figure it out right now. so stop planning who you’ll end up with, or who you’ll want in seven years because you don’t even know what you will want, to begin with. stop making promises to yourself and your boyfriend. because who the fuck knows who you will like seven years hence. but you know who you like right now. him. so cherish that. make plans, eat ice cream in bed with him, hug him, take walks in gardens, go on dates, go to art galleries. cherish it without making promises. cherish it without promising each other a future. you’re just 19. you don’t know who he will want and you dont know who you’ll want in seven years.
you’ll find love when you stop looking for it in the most unexpected places. you need to stop looking for love and let it look for you instead. believe me as soon as you give up, you’ll find it on a metro ride, 500ml of alcohol down, at 4 pm on a cold thursday where you least expect to find it.
i wish i could save all your kisses into a jar. then use it on days when i am sad and you’re away. then use it on days when i am happy and i need a celebratory kiss. then use it on days when i give up and i need you to tell me to keeping moving on. then use it on days when i just miss you. i wish i could save all your kisses in a jar.