You deserve someone who can trust you completely and I deserve someone whom I can have that sense of security with.
This is the kind of letter I’ll write but hesitate to send. It’s exactly how I feel about you, but I can’t be that open, right? It’ll kill the chase. It won’t be fun anymore.
We never really argued. We never really yelled. Maybe because you were my best friend and that made things just feel right.
I let it all out. And I cried. And I wasn’t okay. And I wanted my mom and my dog and someone to share my innermost feelings with. I felt alone, and I was scared, and I was sad, and I wasn’t okay.
Be a little selfish when it comes to love. In fact be very selfish. Because your heart and your emotions aren’t something someone should fuck with.
It takes a special and patient kind of person to love me. But when they do, I love them back.
I want to be able to view what we had as part of the millions and millions of insignificant things that happen every day around the world. I want to be able to ignore your texts, and not reply to your emails.
I want our love to be loud. I want it to be fierce. I want it to be passionate. I want it to be anything but mundane and ho-hum and familiar.
Are we supposed to rise with all the emotions we chose to let each other see and set with all the feelings we’re too afraid to tell?
My alcohol tolerance has reached a new high but the only thing I found at the bottom of every bottle was yearning and missing you.