The sound of autumn leaves crackling underneath my shoes. The smell of bread baking —pecan pie. The feel of the cool air in the early mornings of spring. The look of freshly fallen snow —it looks like glitter. The taste of a little too tart lemonade on a hot summer day.
The way it feels when a man holds your hand. The way it feels when he whispers in your ear. The way it feels when you know you are important. The way it feels when he brushes a tear from your cheek. The way it feels after he admits that he loves you.
But I don’t love:
The fact that those things haven’t happened… The fact that they more than likely never will…
“Look, I’m going to find a way to be happy, and I’d really love to be happy with you, but if I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you.”—The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)