A Relite Cigarette Will Never Taste The Same

First love isn’t the person you liked for the very first time. It’s the person that you cannot completely erase out of your life no matter how much time passes. I didn’t believe it until I met you

Do you think about me? Often? Or non-stop? Maybe sometimes? Never or only when you are drunk? Whichever it is, I hope you do think about me.

I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.

Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.

Make your own happiness a main priority.

Go for a drive at midnight and forget you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. Dream big and fight for what you believe in. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?