Someone I used to know told that when you miss someone, it’s more like feeling nostalgia for someone- like wanting a certain time period back. There’s no way I could stay five years old, no matter how badly I wish my dad still did my hair for me (into a mohawk, cause I had very little hair). The same way that I couldn’t possibly still have you. Because then where would I be now? I have no idea, and it doesn’t matter. The point is that there is a point when people must leave for us to continue. That time has passed.

Everyone looks like you.

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Getting off to go hang out with my family and watch TV and do laundry.

I’l be on later when I’m at my parent’s house probably, so talk to me, pwease?

500daysofkissingmypillow:

I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Dunkin Donuts and talk about your day and type your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia. We’ll watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee or a cup of hot chocolate and bagels and go to McDonald’s at midnight and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair, your eyes, your lips, your neck. I want to sit beside the door till you come home and worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early and give you sunflowers and we’ll go to a bar and dance till we’re black and be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you’re angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious and hold you when you’re hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I’m next to you and whimper when I’m not and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and and write poems for you and wonder why I’m capable of all these things just because of you and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it and want to buy you a kitten or a cute puppy I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don’t want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no but keep on asking because though you think I don’t mean it, I do, always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you and want what you want and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don’t deserve any less and answer your questions when I’d rather not and tell you the truth when I really don’t’ want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and I hope, when the right time comes, I could make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.

Those were the best months of my life, when I was yours.