Ghost

I don’t need to check your messages, I don’t need to question who looks at you, who writes your name with trembling hands. I already know. You can smile at them, nod politely, talk business, laugh even. But when you’re alone again, when the silence wraps around you, it’s my voice you hear. It’s my name that breathes itself into your thoughts when you’re brushing your teeth or standing under the hot water trying to forget what I do to you. And you don’t forget. You don’t want to.

No, don't you dare stop rambling. The more you talk, the more I learn about you. The more I learn about you, the larger my database on you grows.

"you're so sweet!" thanks I'm obsessive and have abandonment issues

Oh to be someone's first choice.

You fall in love with the small details about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms. It’s always the eyes. Eyes.

I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.

silence after everything you feared has happened to you

what's not meant for you will disappoint you a thousand times until you understand

she probably doesn’t even know how much i think about her. like constantly.