I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.
Leave bites on my neck, so when you leave, I can still wear your lips.
Let’s just skip to the part where we can spend the rest of our lives together.
Fuck you distance. FUCK. YOU.
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.
Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.
Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?