we are not okay. I can tell by the sound of your voices. Are we okay? Are we still not okay? Do you still love me ? Do you feel like you still needed me after all this time ? Do you ?

I want to be someone else somewhere else with something else to fill my mind.

you know your fucked when they could do the worst to you but you would still love them.

I can’t wait till I relearn all your quirks. Your scent. Your random kisses. Your hugs from behind. The face you make when you wake up. The sound you make when you’re annoyed. How you walk beside me. How your hand fits perfectly to mine. I wonder if it’s going to be weird for a while, when we meet again, to look at you in front of me and realize that these are the things that I’ve missed and the things that I’ve always craved.