多分、千星の道はあなたを満たすのに十分であろう
Maybe a path of a thousand stars would be enough to meet you.

Because Hank and John Green are my new heroes. And I want a bunch of johns books for my birthday starting with tfios.

This got me thinking about my mother for some reason, since she thinks the most important thing in whoever you end up marrying is how strong their faith is and while, yes, that may be very important in my mind, it is undoubtedly not my number one thing. how can you be with someone who doesn’t have similar interests as you?

I know I could never be with anyone who doesn’t read books for fun. it is a huge part of my identity and although English is not my mother tongue, in fact it is the third language I have had to learn on my twenty years of being on planet earth and it is the only language I had to teach myself, I still love it and I plan on extending my vocabulary for the rest of my life and see, if whomever I end up with does not understand not only the importance in having similar interests but the undeniable need for liking the same things as your significant other than I’m sorry, but he and I cannot be eachothers ‘other half’.

So this is what I plan on keeping in the back of my mind. even though I do not plan on getting married anytime soon, like I said I’ve only just turned TWO DECADES OLD, I still think I need a better grasp on how I would go about finding someone and then how I’d go about figuring out if he is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And this is the thing, I’m thinking WAY into the future because the current guy in my life wouldn’t even know what Nerdfighteria and he doesn’t even fully understand the jokes that I find funny (mostly puns, the occasional meme) and I look at him and think, all there is is physical attraction, there’s no point in even talking or engaging in conversations that could interest both of us because we either have not found topics that we mutually like or we simply have NOTHING IN COMMON. and BREATHE… What a rant. Until next time… :)

Maybe I need the reassurance
That you and I could never work
I tell myself I need to hide who I am
Because it would hurt
So damn much
If you saw me for who I am
And still thought I wasn’t enough

Or showed me this in the actions I see you make
That love could never happen between us
And in the end I would pretend
Because pretence hurts less but knowing the truth is a must

And I must ask:
Four seasons from now,
Do you see us hand in hand,
Enjoying muffled music, murky weather & festival sounds,
Or will I be,
Just another distant memory?
These are the thoughts that not only scare but terrify me

And I find you to be lovely
Every part I discover,
You may think you don’t know me
I’d like to think you’ll find out if you hover

Stick around, will you?
I’d like that very much
I’ll babble on nervously
Unless you tell me to hush

So kiss me
And I’ll be silent for ever more
I’ll be waiting for the next time
For what ever is in store
These butterflies are adement to stir up another storm