I will be the one who stays.
I’m yours completely.
I want lazy Sunday mornings with you. I want EVERY morning with you. I want quick kisses, slow kisses, stolen kisses, deep kisses–all the kisses.
The questions got deeper and deeper as the night went on and the empty glasses piled up. Until I was falling down the rabbit hole, mistaking interest and attraction for a real connection.
Everything reminds me of you.
Wanting to be with you and wanting to get over you comes and goes like the tide, but I never thought I’d be forgetting things about you. It’s a wave that I wasn’t prepared for, and I’m drowning in it.