Feb 8, 2016
I donโt like you Park, Iโฆ sometimes I think I live for you. I donโt think I even breathe when weโre not together which means, when I see you on Monday morning, itโs been like sixty hours since Iโve taken a breath. All I do when weโre apart is think of you, and all I do when weโre together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because Iโm so out of control, I canโt help myself. Iโm not even mine anymore, Iโm yours, and what if you decide that you donโt want me? How could you want me like I want you?
Eleonor, Eleonor and Park (via gemmyreads)
