The thought of you with someone else makes my heart drop, but all I ever wanted was for you to be happy even if it wasn’t with me.
I wish you were in this room with me right now. I wish I could put my arms around you. I wish I could touch you.
The second you entwined your fingers with mine,
I knew that I would feel the rough skin on your fingertips even when you’re not here.
I can’t help but hate every hand that has had the privilege of touching yours.
It’s 2am and I’m lying in bed with nothing but the idea of you and I.
Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.
Hey you should flirt with me so i can grow attached to you and like you and you can hurt me (:
if we date im literally stealing all your sweatpants and hoodies