awkwardbackgroundcharacter:

I want to be an April but in my heart I’m a Leslie

I get why people are concerned about my sudden engagement and why they want me to slow down. I get it, I’m young I know. But you have never stopped to consider my feelings before you open your mouth. You never stopped and asked yourself “is this what she wants for herself too? Or is this me wanting to live her life for her?” You never stopped to think about whether what you were saying to me would hurt me. You never stopped to think about how much I love him. You didn’t once ask me how we felt about each other or how amazing he makes me feel. How he treats me right or how we can sit and joke for hours on end. How were equally crazy. How we know each others emotions based on a fucking sigh. Like we have different sighs. Things you wouldn’t ever notice about me. He notices the simplest things. He tells me I’m the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world every day. He tells me how much he appreciates my love every day. We talk about silly little things and we talk about serious things. He accepts me and he accepts YOU. He knows you don’t like him even though you haven’t ever met him and he still tells me he will be nice and respectful to you when he does meet you even though you’ve already said awful things about him. Because he knows you are my family and you are important to me. He’s made mistakes…but so have I Mistakes you wouldn’t ever imagine I could make. Things you will never know about because I will never tell you. But he knows. He knows every little detail and he still accepts me for who I am. He loves me for who I am. He knows every awful thing about me and he still sees the great things clearer because he knows that your past does not define you. I’m not trying to make excuses for his actions. He has fucked up and he is paying for it right at this moment. But he is mine. He wouldn’t ever hurt me and he loves me more than anyone has ever loved me. Even you, as my family. He wouldn’t leave me the way you do. He wouldn’t do that to me because he cares so deeply about how that hurts me. He knows how the simplest things in my life have affected me. He sees the hurt in my eyes the same way he sees the love in my smile. So please tell me again how I’m young and I don’t know what I’m doing. Tell me again how he’s a piece of shit. Because you were sure supportive of the guy who so effortlessly beat me and cheated on me. Please tell me how to live my life and fail to look in a mirror. Tell me.

Do you feel it?
The way my lips press against yours.

Do you hear it?
The silence after I say your name.

Do you see it?
The way I look at you.

Do you?

I feel it.
The way our hands intertwine at last.

I hear it.
The demons inside have gone away.

I see it.
The way you look at me.

I love you.
You love me too.

-af

teashoesandhair:

Bloody feminism. Can’t even objectify, threaten, demean, abuse or sexually harass women these days without them speaking out about it. What’s the world come to?

(via iwillmindfuckyou)