I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
We’re never going to get over him, are we?
I don’t mean this to sound like I want to, I don’t, but this is just…. some days it’s like a knife in the heart.
Today in particular.
I miss him. I miss his awkward off beat dancing, his crooked smile, the effort he put into everything.
I don’t know. I just… I keep expecting him to turn up like the others. But he’s not like the others. And he won’t.
yeah….but fuck that bitch