See Me.

I need him to see me. I mean really see me. Not the girl I hide behind. Not the curly long hair or the contoured face or even sometimes my body. 

I need him to see the girl who used to cry herself to sleep every night, sometimes over nothing, other times, over everything.

I need him to see the girl who cringes every time a voice is raised, reminding her of only past memories.

I was a mess of a girl when I first met him. Now I am even more a mess of a woman.

I need him to see me, to accept me, flaws and all. Lord knows I sure have a lot of them.

I’m needy.

I need reassurance every day that he’s not going to leave me.

Even though I put up a fight just to see if he cares.

I need hugs and constant I love you’s. 

I’m a chronic over-thinker. Always wanting to know what’s on his mind.

I need texts and calls so I don’t worry myself to death wondering if something happened while he only just went out to get our dinner.

I need so much more than any normal girl.

Because there’s so much more to me.

It’s the price you pay for loving someone with anxiety. 

I need him to see that I’m worth it.

I need him to see me.

For all of the girls who just need to be seen, who need to be loved, anxiety and all. I see you.



We all crave them like we crave that last slice of cake. They are like gold, everyone wants them but not everyone gets them.

You are beautiful.

You are hot.

You are sexy.

You are handsome.

You are cute.

You are pretty.

When you think of compliments you think of appearance right? Like “Oh, your dress is so cute where did you get it?” Or “Your makeup is so on point today, girl.”

Those are great, I mean I love being complimented on my looks or what I’m wearing or maybe even my hair but what about something else…

What if someone told you that they are happy you are in their life.

Or that you are the strongest person they have ever met.

You are smart as hell.

You always make them laugh when they need it.

You are worth everything.

They never want to lose you.

You make life easier by being here.

They are proud of you.

You are incredible inside and out.

Wouldn’t your heart melt like a popsicle on a hot Summer day? If I could hear one of those every single day, I would feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

You would feel like what you do in this life matters, and it truly does.

Words are such a powerful thing and those words are gold. They will make someone feel something for days to come.

Compliments don’t always have to be about looks, but for how someone makes you feel. How they treat you. What you see when you look at them. Or maybe even what they do to you.

Don’t be afraid to dish out compliments like it’s your job. That’s what we are here for, making people happy and making an imprint that will last a lifetime.

That’s what matters.

Lovers & Friends.

I woke up wanting his arms around my waist, his lips brushing against mine.

It’s a painful feeling when the person you are dreaming about is untouchable.

The person I wanted at 3am didn’t want me anymore.

We were friends and then we were lovers and that’s where it ends.

You can be a lover and find a friend inside that person, but it’s impossible to have a friend and turn them into a lover without losing them when it all comes crashing down.

I knew him in the most intimate way possible, in and out of the bedroom.

Because intimacy isn’t just knowing every curve and feel of their body,

Intimacy is calling them at 3am when you can’t breath from a nightmare.

Intimacy is walking into a room, seeing their face and instantly not feeling broken or lost anymore.

Sometimes I wish we could just start over, swipe everything we know about each other out of our minds.

Because maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much, if I loved you as a stranger and you left me after that.

I wouldn’t know all the things I know now.

I wouldn’t know how your laugh is contagious and your smile lights up a whole goddamn room.

I wouldn’t know how comforting your hugs are or how warm your eyes make me feel.

I wouldn’t know your secrets or the depth of your heart.

After everything, I can’t see us going back to the way things used to be.

I can’t forget the way your body feels against mine.

I can’t forget the way your kiss makes me lose my mind.

I just can’t forget and you know how the saying goes…

If two past lovers can remain friends,

Either they never were in love or they still are.

I can’t be your friend…

It hurts too much…

I’m in love with you.


Marry Your Best Friend.

They are like the sweatpants of your life.

They make you laugh until your stomach hurts.

They tickle you until you cry out from smiling so much.

They listen to you complain about work and your friendships.

They hold you when your world feels like it’s falling apart. 

They calm you down with one look or a simple touch.

They never judge.

They drive you crazy and frustrate you like no one else.

Fighting is always heated but always fair.

Comfortable silences are a must.

Inside jokes with them make your heart happy.

They believe in you even if you don’t believe in yourself.

They bring you food when you’re having a bad day because it makes everything better. 

They forgive, always.

They are respectful and committed.

They sing in the car with you.

They are a constant and weekends feel like sleepovers. 

One hug could change your whole mood.

They are your soul mate, because how else would you describe someone that makes you feel the way they make you feel.

It’s incredibly important to be with your best friend because when the going gets tough, you need to know they will always have your back.

You need that reassurance and you need that friendship to fall on. 

It’s the ultimate foundation.

Marry your best friend.

You Can’t Make Him Want You.

You tried didn’t you?

Maybe you fixed your hair up, put a little extra mascara on and a little more plump to your lips.

Did you buy a new dress, or torture yourself with a wax?

In a random conversation you learned he loved smart women, so maybe you read a few new books.

In addition though, he also likes adventure in more ways than one so you bought the new Cosmo that specialized in spicing up your relationship.

He likes this and that and wants that and this.

You stop doing girls night because he doesn’t like a girl who parties more than he does.

And date nights? He’s too busy and tired so he would rather stay in.

Promise after promise is broken.

You start to feel like what you always said you would never be, a doormat.

So guess what?

You can only try so hard.

Someone like that will drain you until you feel nothing but damaged.

He only makes you smile sometimes.

He only makes you feel pretty on occasion.

He only wants to see you on his time.

Your heart will feel like it’s being ripped apart, but you need to let it go.

You will thank that SOB when you find someone who is everything that he is not.

You can’t make him your home.

You can’t make him want you.

To The Hopeless Romantic’s.

To the hopeless romantic’s,

You were dreaming of your prince charming at the age of eight. You were planning your wedding at the age of twelve. Your colors, your favorite song. Soon you’re a teenager and journals upon journals are filled with your best friends and who would be your maid of honor, your bridesmaides. Where would this all happen, who would it be with?

The biggest question, what would he be like?

Would he take you on picnics under the stars, with the sweet sound of music playing in the background? Would he write you letters that he knows makes you smile more than anything?

Would he buy you flowers and tell you, you’re beautiful every chance he got? Would he take you on long walks and hold your hand while twirling you around?

Would he look at you like you are the only girl in the world that he see’s? Would he pick you up just to drive around for hours, no destination in mind?

Would your favorite love songs remind you of him? Would he kiss you in the rain after an argument?

Would he be the man your daddy hoped you would always find one day?

My words to you are, please don’t ever stop dreaming. The most refreshing thing in this world are the ones who love openly with all their heart and dream of a life that completely takes their breath away. 

You are the ones who get hurt the most, but the best thing? You get right back up with a smile on your face because you believe in love. 

You believe in the magical parts of it. The parts that so many people don’t see, or simply take for granted. 

You believe in smiles and holding hands. You believe in those little playful nudges, those silly jokes that make no sense. Those small moments of tenderness. You believe in the joys of long hugs and the good in everyone you meet. 

Please don’t ever stop hoping, teaching, giving, cherishing, loving. 

Don’t lose your soft heart that forgives easily and is always open to second chances.

This cruel world needs the dreamers, the sweethearts who fall in love with words. The ones who search and search for that perfect quote that explains exactly how they feel. The ones who replay the same song over and over again because it says everything they wish they could. The ones who fall so fast, not regretting a single thing.

Always be a hopeless romantic in life, you are the sweetest type of people. 

Don’t ever stop.

love always,
your biggest supporter 

Tay and Luke (Part 3.)

Your wish is my command! Here’s more on Tay and Luke! Catch up, if you haven’t met them yet :).

Meet Tay!

Meet Luke!

She was beautiful.

That’s all I could think as I entered Sally’s Coffee Shop that morning just like every other day. I’ve been racking my brain for the past three days on things to say to Tay that wouldn’t make me sound like a high school boy trying to find his balls. Truth is though, she makes me nervous as hell. I know I probably had no right walking up to her and wanting to know her, I know she has been through enough. She just lost her husband a year ago for christ’s sake. but it didn’t stop my longing to want to take her out, to make her feel alive again, if anything it just fueled it.

That’s why I let about five other people go ahead of me to order their coffee’s and muffins with her. She has her hair tied back in a loose pony tail today and I can’t keep my eyes from looking at her smooth creamy skin. She’s a natural beauty, I wouldn’t call myself a makeup expert but I’ve been with enough girls to know when they cake that shit on and when they don’t. I don’t see a single streak of orange plastered on her beautiful face.

I was next in line and I knew I would have to order or I have a feeling she and everyone else in this place would know something was up or just think I have problems. As I took a step forward though, Lucy Swanson slapped her hands on my biceps and threw everything down the shit hole.

Lucy is what they would call a southern bell I suppose. She is like queen of every ridiculous fair they have in this town, which is a lot (strawberries, peaches, you get the point). She’s like the judgmental, my daddy has more money than anyone in this place type. She also seduced me at Jake’s Tavern a couple weeks ago and hasn’t stopped pinning for me since. And of course she picks now, the moment I am about to try to ask Tay out on a date to flirt with me.


“Hey there, handsome. Mind buying a lady a coffee this morning?” Lucy bates her eyes my way. My annoyance forming inside me is starting to show because I quickly shut her down, I’m not from here so I certainly don’t play that southern charm. “I’m actually in a hurry, I have to start training soon. I just came to grab a quick coffee before I finish up my run.” She of course doesn’t take the hint though, “You know, you should really take a break here and there. Come to Jake’s tonight, I’ll be there waiting” she purres like a fucking kitten into my ear. As awkward as this is now, thankfully she leaves and I have no intention of going to Jake’s to meet her.

I rake my fingers through my hair, now frustrated and ready to walk out of here when the softest giggle comes from the counter. I turn back around to find Tay trying as hard as she can to stifle her laughs which is causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I always knew when I would see her genuine smile and laugh that it would stir something inside of me, I never expected my heart to pound this fast.

“I can’t believe how upfront she is” Tay says full on laughing now. “I’m so sorry about Lucy, I’m sure that’s the last thing you need while you train here in town.” I smile at her because I can’t help it, she has no idea what I’m even doing here. “Well, funny thing is I came in here today trying to ask you something similar I suppose.” She turns serious now, which is to be expected but I see a flash of something else in her eyes, relief maybe? I’m not sure but there’s something hopeful there.

“Oh really now? And what makes you think I might say yes to this something similar, Mr. Hunt?” This time it’s my turn to laugh, she’s pretty damn cute. I lean in close to her and whisper, “Well Tay, it’s simple really, you need someone to make you feel alive again and I sure as hell need to see your smile more. So to me, it’s really a win, win situation for the both of us.” She’s looking at me like I just spat out some Japanese language she has never heard in her life. All that matters though, is I can hear her heart beating as fast as mine.

“Hmmm, well what would this outing consist of?” She whispers back, “Well first of all, it wouldn’t be an outing it would be a date and second I thought of two things. It could be casual, more intimate or both. Casual would be drinks and appetizers at Jake’s or the more intimate could be a cooked meal and drinks by me at the cottage on the lake I’m staying at. Your pick Tay.”

As if she can’t be any cuter, she rubs her hand over her chin as she ponders my proposition and then as if my hands aren’t clammy enough she makes me wait a few more seconds until she finally speaks. “Well, they both sound lovely Luke” she says with amusement dancing in her eyes, but then she gets serious again and we are back to whispering, “But you’re right, I need someone to make me feel alive again so let’s go with option B, tomorrow night, I’ll come by let’s say about seven o’clock?”

I’m silent for a moment because I can’t believe she actually said yes so quickly, I thought it was going to take some effort on my part but like I said, I have a feeling Tay is full of surprises I don’t know about. I clear my throat, trying to hide my surprise and relief at her decision “Well alright then, I will see you tomorrow at seven. Have a good day Tay.” I smile and walk backwards as she smiles and waves at me. she winks and tells me I better cook her something nice.

I have a date with Tay Kennedy, now what the hell am I going to cook?

A date! How fun, will Luke be the dreamy guy we have created in our minds, or will he simply suck at cooking!? ;). I can’t wait to write the perfect or maybe the worst date! lol. Coming soon :).

Thanks for reading, loves!