MAKING REDCOATS REDDER.

“i’ve messed this up, haven’t i?” “i get it. s/he’s smarter, more attractive.” “all these other women are making me nervous.” “don’t worry, the only one i ever see is you.” “please don’t let go of me. please, never let go.” “do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn’t met?” “i’m scared of loving you. i’m scared of hurting you.” “i’m ending this now. i’m ending this before it goes too far.” “this was a mistake. i’m sorry.” “do you really think that?” “i gave you everything.” “i don’t have any feelings left for you.” “just walk away.” “i need you. more than anything.” “you understand me.” “you can’t just leave.” “so this is what it comes down to huh? wasted time & a half empty bottle of vodka — don’t touch the bottle, i’ll say when i’ve had enough.” “don’t touch me!” “she was always first in your eyes.” “i’m sorry for trying.” “in the end, i should have known that you would break me.”

Imagine an alternate universe where you are so unbelievably loved from people you don’t know exist.

one giving the other their jacket and not getting it back from the other until it stops smelling like them

We’re Still Here.

And another one