The thought of accepting that we’re nothing is daunting and the thought that you don’t want me is taunting me.
It dawned on me that it’s wrong of me to long for you the way I do. I’m just so tired of the love I have never getting through.
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,” and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.
This is everything.