As much as I love and appreciate a man that can hold me down when I need it, I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I don’t need anyone showering me in materialistic things, I don’t need anyone paying for my things, I don’t need anyone providing for me, I don’t need anyone’s money or pity. I don’t need fancy things to survive. If I struggle, let me struggle or else I’ll forget the beauty of success. If I need your help, I’ll let it be known. I’m too independent to rely on anyone, just keep me in check and remind me of what’s important and what’s not, and that’s way more than enough.

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

(Source: buddhacoffee, via khadds)

I feel pretty dumb because I know nothing about you but I haven’t felt a spark like this in a very long time..