where are you, honey? :(
the story of us
It’s been a year. A year today. it’s been 365 days since you walked me to the bus stop and we said goodbye. how many goodbyes we said since. how many we felt. so much changed since that November. I was this clumsy kid back then, afraid of everything, with all these demons inside, all these bad…
And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.
I've started to live my everyday life pretending you're here with me. even if you're at home, I'm imagining you wake up next to me in the morning, saying I'm cute even if it rather refers to you. I'm imagining we're eating breakfast together and I always warn you not to have too much coffee and asking you not to stare at me while drinking. I know, the day hardly started, and I'd continue writing the story to you but I have no characters left because tumblr restricts my sober love confession.
do you think it’s better? to pretend I’m there with you? I just want to have this life. to wake up next to you every morning for real and I want you to warn me not to drink too much coffee. or tell me to eat. and we’ll have this because I get everything I want if I’m patient enough.
you are a poem that I want to learn by heart, memorize word for word, know completely and without any mistake
it’s gonna take time. and trust. so much struggle. but if you think it’s worth it, then I’ll be happy to have my lines in your mind
how do you expect me to bear all this cuteness? I just want you to be here so bad
if you're weird, I'm weird. if you're a wallflower, I'm a wallflower. if you're a bird, I'm a bird.
if you’re mine, I’m yours.
don’t you worry, cause even if you can’t feel my presence, I am there. next to you. and I’m not going anywhere.