A friend was once telling me
about how his relationship
had gone from
bad to worse
after months of dating,
and I couldn’t stop myself from
asking him that if it was
such a hassle to be
with that person,
why it was that he didn’t
just end it?
Why let someone
bring you down
when life is too short to
spend it unhappy?
I never understood that.
If something no longer
made me happy,
I was so used to
just letting it go.
I didn’t ever have to give it a
second thought whatsoever.
But he said something that
really got me thinking,
something I still can’t
forget to this day.
He said,
“Just because something is
9,000 calories
doesn’t mean it’s not delicious.”
And then I met you.
With your shaggy, brown hair,
your imperfect skin,
your ridiculous remarks to everything,
your sun-kissed flesh.
You were 9,000 calories
ever step of the way.
You weighed me down.
You made me unhappy
on most occasions.
You made me question
everything in life
and you made me want to
rip my hair out of my scalp
on most days.
But all those good days
were a reminder
of why I even bothered to
stick around through the
bad ones.
It’s because
{ I love you. }
And I can’t seem to
stop myself from wanting you
every time I see your name online
or whenever you walk past me
after science class.
You’re unhealthy and
you’re 9,000 calories,
but dear God, are you
heavenly delicious.
you’re worth it (via itzonlyyoubabe)