This story will break your heart.
I just want to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before. The kind of kiss that starts at the lips but quickly spreads to every single extremity you have.
You’re the only thing that makes waking up a little less painful. Stay gold, Barista Boy.
Make mistakes. And then learn from them instead of beating yourself up about it.
I want to kiss you like we never stopped and to feel your safety net gather me up in your arms. I want to remember how it felt like to be with you. To be who we used to be. To love like we used to love. I want to hold onto forever for just one more day.
We’re always contradicting ourselves but we want consistency, we’re always at war with ourselves but we want peace, we’re too hard on ourselves but we ask for kindness and we expect to find real love when we can’t even tell someone how we truly feel.
You aren’t the party girl or the travel romance or the ongoing one-night stand. Not if you don’t want to be anymore.
She was the little person in my ear, constantly telling me how horrible I am, at EVERYTHING. I needed her out of my life.
I’m rooting for him, his success, and his happiness. And despite all the pain I’ve caused him, I know he’s rooting for me too.