Always on the run

Sometimes I fell asleep with my pillow being wet from tears. Sometimes I fell asleep with blood in my sheets because I thought that was the way to survive.

Me: *smiles*

“You’re a fool to think he feels the same way”

What am I to you? Home? A temporary shelter? An escape from reality? Means to an end? Necessary or a necessity? What am I to you?

I’m in love with you and it scares the shit out of me. I’m scared you don’t feel the same way, I’m scared you don’t want me as much as I want you. I’m scared of me getting attached to you. I think - I hope - you do though. Feel the same way. It shows up in the little things, like the way you kiss my forehead or stick out your tongue at me or tell me your feelings and dreams or put your hand around my waist when we’re passing through waves of people or reach out to hold me closer when we’re sleeping or let me into the more private parts of your life - like meeting your family.

Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter. And Peter? He chose Wendy.

Don’t waste my fucking time. If you don’t want me anymore, say it. Don’t string me along, making me think its all daises and sunshine when really, we’re heading towards a destructive storm.