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It's 1:24am and I can't stop thinking about you. My head isn't screwed on straight, but my mind is racing with thoughts full of the way your heart moves with mine.  I feel so in sync with you; so atuned to your every movement, completely oblivious to the outside world. I look at you and feel magic, and there is no feeling more magical than the feeling of being loved. I miss the way you smile at me with your whole face  - your cheeks lift up the brims of your eyes as you grin at me in a way that could melt my heart. I miss how you kiss me and hold my face in your hands as if you are careful not to break me. I miss the way your skin feels on m

i don't know if you remember, but i do. i remember the way i felt when i went to go meet you for the first time - how i was the non chalant type of nervous but i went out with you any way, and you bought me ice cream and picked me a flower, and kissed me under the stars on the hood of my car infront of the most beautiful view of the city with the blanket that my grandmother knit me for graduation wrapped around our shoulders. i remember the way you shook hands with all of my friends and smiled and said hello. i remember the way you drove eighty miles over the speed limit all while holding my hand and asking me about my family. i remember how

       There is this person and they make all of my days brighter and my nights a little safer. They hold my hand when I get scared and kiss my forehead when I get sad. They are the best part of my day, I just like being around them. Being without them scares me. I think about not seeing them every day and that makes me very very emotional. I don’t want to think about it. Just stop thinking about it. Stop. I’m okay. I will be okay.       They will always love me.       There will be a part of them that forgets about me every once and a while. And that’s okay. As long as they remember that I am still around. I am s

we do not live in a world where lips are as soft as rose petals and the ice in the freezer is frozen solid we do not live in a world where people are calm and fender benders are okay because shit happens we do not live in a place where cars stop for stop signs and red lights and pedestrians or where people smile and wave at total strangers we do not live in a world where i can call you and tell you i love you just because i do and it won’t be strange we most certainly do not live in a world where i can hold your soft fingers, or caress your skin with my fingertips where i can run my hands through the knots in your hair or the knots

it is 3:53am and i am listening to music that makes me happy but makes me sad at the same time. i am swimming in the rememberance of your lips against mine and shivering in the nostalgia of a time when the only thing i really knew was the colour of your eyes and the measurments of your smile. but now it's 3:54am and all i can think about is the fact that i was right back then and you were wrong, and now it's four months later and 3:55am and i am still right where i need to be and you are still lost looking at your map upside down. you are still this amazing little boy trapped inside this big world and you can't really fit your feet inside yo

I hate this feeling that keeps arising in the pit of my gut. This emptiness, loneliness, that sends chills up my spine and tears running down my cheeks. I miss you, I guess. Or maybe I just miss knowing who I am because with you, everything seemed to make sense for a while. The sky appeared to be bluer than blue and the grass greener than green; the darkness was an intriguing shade of navy and the light always seemed to be brighter. But these days I just can't seem to find the rhyme. I am just so sick of hating my life. And I'm not necessarily saying that I would hate it less if you were here, but maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't feel so lone