We all come to a point at life when we ask ourselves; why do we live? Why do we keep existing in this beautifully tragic world?
There are reasons why we are still alive, why we keep that small heart of ours continuously beating- day and night.
People we love and care-about are reasons. We wake up everyday and cannot wait to meet those particular persons are reasons why we keep ourselves living.
My reason to live is Harry. That one single reason, stands there alone; keeps me up fighting for something that we both oh-so believe in.
We spend our lives building walls, waiting to be broken, but never will. Even the brightest people hide the darkest secrets and the fact that my dirty little secret, my reason of living and happiness is 'incorrect', according to some people., makes me want to scream all the anger and sadness that I cannot let out.
The world is full of fake, traitor, irresponsible and overly self-confident people.There are times when we feel suffocated by them, we think that we will not make it while they block every street and corner of our lives.
But if you try to search a bit- a single little bit; you will find persons that will become treasures in your life. Persons that will make you experience the best of positive feelings; will make you experience freedom and real life.
My suffocating people are management, and haters.
My treasure is Harry.
That's how it works.
It's all the little things or moments of him that make me feel..different.
It is the way he speaks slowly, huskily and with a thick British accent that I will never get used to, regardless of the fact that I have the accent, too. Harry makes that. He makes everything special.
Or maybe It's the way he looks at me when he talks. He squints his eyes just a little bit, puts on a side smirk on his cherry pink lips and still manages to look so horribly beautiful.
Tell me I am obsessed. I prefer to call it love, though.
I cannot think of my life without him.
It is impossible to resist him and his everything.Iv'e always overthought my life; my decisions; and all the people who are part if it. I've come to the conclusion that;
Overthinking kills you. It makes you think of all kind of things and create big problems that were not even there in the first place. Think. Think. Think. Do not think too much. The human mind has that capability of overthinking. Don't.
Human mind is a death trap, anyway.
And I will not overthink anymore. I'll sum it all up in a few short sentences.
I won't pretend. I do not care for the ones who will try to block me out of it, because I will not have it anymore.
Larry Stylinson is real. From 2010 to 2014 and so on. We never fell apart and never will.
I've loved Harry since the very beginning, and I will love him until the very end.
We won't stop 'till we surrender.
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