#writtenlove

[starsbuilt]

pictures soph has taken of buddy / @writtenlove (with captions because she is the type to caption her pictures) for this meme. (only to be reblogged by shane)

[sacredpyre]

❛ i already said i’m paying. you can buy next time, okay? ❜

"Oh, fine, " Whatever playful attempt is made to be dramatic about it isn't enough to stop the smile from spreading across her face. It was no secret that Buddy had far more money than she'd likely ever would it wasn't on the list of reasons why she had wanted to befriend him. In Buddy she had found a kindred spirit, or at least she had hoped as much. Reading people was something she often struggled with; few actually said what they meant or how they were feeling. While Alena had her own secrets, she couldn't help but wish others were more straightforward.

Part of the reason she had wanted to pay was so that he'd know she wasn't just hanging around him because of his money or his family. Rather something more valuable to her, his friendship.

"But actually next time, okay? Not like...next time we're here or whatever. "

@writtenlove

[mccklynaive]

nice to know i'll never find love . // & @writtenlove

the first thing that she feels is concern , since she is not sure why he even made such a statement in the first place . he seems like a charming , kind & lovely gentleman , she could place where this would come from ; & yet she could understand the inadequacy one has to experience to utter these words , & her heart breaks for him . " i am u --- usu --- usually not one to d --- dis -- disagree , sir , but . . . i v --- very much d --- dis --- disagree . " she expresses , giving a gentle smile in assurance .

[talesofkhaos]

@writtenlove

Harris was perplexed by the abundance of flowers scattered throughout Buddy's home. He couldn't understand the need for such a floral display and wondered if there was a special occasion or reason behind it. The sheer volume of blooms seemed excessive, and he was eager to find out the story behind them. Harris had just returned from his medical school internship, eager to resume his work with Buddy's family. As a doctor, he was accustomed to practicality and order, which made the floral extravagance even more puzzling. It turned out that Buddy's sister was getting married, and the flowers were simply samples for the upcoming celebration. Upon learning the reason, Harris chuckled and felt relief, realizing there was indeed a logical explanation for the floral excess. With a teasing smile, he turned to Buddy and asked, "So when are you planning to settle down and have your own flower-filled wedding?" Harris couldn't resist the opportunity to poke fun at Buddy, knowing how much he enjoyed getting a rise out of him. "You know, with all these flowers, you might as well practice for your own big day," he teased.

[ronk]

By Heart

"But don’t you know any love poems by heart?" she asked me. " #poem #love

“But don’t you know any love poemsby heart?” she asked me. I don’t. I’ve never been very good at memorizing poems, even my own. “But you’ve writtenlove poems, haven’t you?” I’m not sure that the poems I think are about love would be love poems to other people.“That says a lot about you, right?”I think silently, What does it say?“You must write me a love poem.”

[not-so-grown-up-kid]

Of Roses and Thorns

An Except from the Chronicles of Mr. J

(A letter to Mr. J from Ms. J)

Written by: Ms. J

I still feel this “kilig��� feeling even if I know you are already taken. I wonder why there is really a hormone surge whenever you like, react to my posts, and chat. Boy, oh boy, you were the man I wanted to date. I kept my hopes up knowing that somehow all I will ever be is  just your friend. The way you made me feel is the way I want you to feel for me. 

The way you made me feel is the way you treated me. Was it all really just a friendly gesture? Or... maybe...just maybe... somehow...there is something beneath those gestures. We had a unique set of pet name! You were even the one who formulated it. It was a unique pet name suitable for a couple (or for a couple of people who have mutual understanding at least). We had moments and conversations of almost....almost...being...being there. 

I remembered the times, I constantly ignored my pursuers. I chatted with them but not the way I chatted with you! We conversed, chewed the fat, that even sleep was not a matter for sacrifice. 

When you came, my focus was entirely just set unto you that I forgot how to flirt with others. 

Somehow, I may have misread your intentions and gestures. I remember the times when people ask me, do I have a boyfriend? Gosh I waited for the time to tell them it is you. Yet here I am, telling them I never had one, ever since birth. Still wishing that I would proudly tell them you are my one and only man. 

Sometimes, I would just lie out there and wonder what if I just became this coquettish woman and flirted away just like I did before I met you. More like before I knew I was already into you. What if I said yes to those suitors and just welcomed them in! What if, I agreed to become the girlfriend of those who I flirted before. There is a part of me that questioned that whenever I think of you. A part of me that feels regret. A past I can no longer rewrite.

Along the lines, I realized though, that this is my karma. Because I was exactly this flirtatious being before I met you. Yes, I never had a boyfriend, but I had people who I just constantly flirt with and spend time with. People would often wonder if at that time I already had a boyfriend and, I would say no because all I ever did was to prolong the courting phase and tease my suitors.  

If I could talk to my past self, I would have told her to just say yes to those suitors. Say yes! Because, maybe along the way, you will truly like someone... truly like someone just like how you truly liked and loved *****. 

You know, I want to be happy for you. I want to be happy that you already have someone who would make your day lovely and great. Someone you will always look forward to be with. But, I just can’t lie to myself. Whenever the truth is slapped right into my face, I feel this bitterness deep inside of me. The one I don’t want to feel because I like you and I don’t want to be selfish just because we did not end up together. But it is there. And it stings whenever I am confronted with the truth. 

The way I still feel the “kilig” is still really profound and intense. Yet when that sting starts to prick, it penetrates and an excruciating pain follows succeeding with sleepless nights of weeping and tears. 

[thapoet]

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[starsbuilt]

📸 i could send this on all my blogs but they all have the same fc so take Buddy <3

@writtenlove ; meme (accepting)

here you go, my love! <3

[sacredpyre]

@writtenlove

"In the way their eyes light up when they talk about something they love, "Her answer came with not an ounce of hesitation as her own eyes flickered up to meet his, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she spoke. "In the way they treat people society might deem beneath them, and the old, and children. "As the words slowly came out of her mouth a gentle warmth lit up her freckled face. Only once has she ever been in love before, Or at least she thinks it was love. She didn't want to think of it since it ended.

Although she had shown love to many, being in love was something very different. And to be loved in return was even rarer. Running her fingertips around the edge of her glass Alena pauses to think before continuing. "The way their eyes crinkle with laughter when they tell me a joke. To name just a few, what about you?"

[shanhattan]

. @brandisimmons knows how to make a sick gal's day! #snailmail #coolcat #writtenlove (at L'antre du Mal)