We could be shrieking with joy because our favorite song just came on and suddenly we’re singing completely off key, ignorant and carefree to those around us.
What to do?
We’d remember missing each other and we’d remember saying goodbye that meant, “I hope the best for you.”
I’m scared to text because I’m supposed to not let you know I’m thinking about you.
And I don’t take it back.
I shut everyone and everything out. I don’t want to be vulnerable except the real scary thing is that I do. With you.
I want us to be exclusive like Pikachu and Ash, so please don’t be a Brock and flirt with every Nurse Joy in pallet town.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning in your old pajamas.
With that being said, I still lose my breath when you touch me, and my heartbeat still sounds like your name.
*cue the awwwws and ugly tears at how sweet that all is*