Received the message: “I wouldn’t mind kissing you right now.”
And guess how I responded? I said: “:D”
srsly i’m too awkward for this shit.
What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.
I broke my rules for you, isn’t that enough?
everyone’s fixation on finding love and love being the most important thing in existence makes me want to vomit
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping.
Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
The thought of her hands
touching his hair
makes me want to vomit.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.
My love is yours but your love’s not mine.