i think it's funny how humans lie.
when you lie to someone, you're tricking them into thinking something that isn't true.
what most people don't realize is that they're tricking themselves too, and soon enough, they'll believe their own lies.
we try to escape reality.
we try to escape the truth that has hurt us so many times.
we try to escape our worries and problems, and even if we try tricking somebody into this world of lies, we can't escape our mind.
even if we lie to ourselves, the truth will always be at the back of our minds.
the truth is that i long for love. i long for the kind of love that only appears in books and movies; endless, sincere love.
the kind of love you want to wake up in the morning to; the kind of love that bakes cookies in a rainy afternoon.
the kind of love that loves your imperfections and flaws; the kind of love that makes you love yourself.
i wish for that kind of love, even if i try telling myself i don't need it.
i wish for love; and i also wish for a certain curly boy.