I think I could have loved you better than anyone, and I can’t stop making lists of all the times I almost told you that.
We are not in love. Not the way I’ve been told being in love feels like. But we have been sleeping beside each other for so many nights and I am the most beautiful doormat you have ever walked over.
When I look at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
We ignore the оnes who adore us, adore the оnes who ignore us, love the оnes who hurt us, & hurt the оnes that love us.
I will kiss your scars as you heal, I will sit by your side and hold your hand. I will write invisible secrets and paragraphs and maybe a book into your skin at night, while you sleep warm next to me.
It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. оne little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.
I want to be first. I know that’s selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that’s wrong of me, so be it. I’ll be wrong. But that’s the way I feel.
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