I hope one day 5 years from now you stumble across me when I’ve grown out of you and finally then after not seeing me for all this time it will break your heart.

friend: wyd

me: im above drama its so immature 

things to normalise

Maybe I’m just hard to love.

It kills me knowing that you’re there, and I’m here. You’re in your world, I’m in mine. I want you with me and I crave for you to be next to me. I want to explore your mind and I want to explore your body to the point where I know them like the back of my own hand. And I want the little things with you, like being able to turn over in bed and softly curl my fingers into your hair and place a single kiss on your shoulder blade while you’re sound asleep. I want to be able to walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist and gently kiss your neck. I want to have your body’s attention at times when your mind doesn’t, like when you’re talking to someone else but your hand is still naturally intertwined with mine. Or when your arm is subconsciously placed around my waist and my hand is rested on your shoulder where I can then bring it down to where my fingertips can dance along every crevice of your back. I want to smile at you from across the room and watch you smile back because we know that the way we feel about every person in that room could never compare to the way we feel about one another. I want to look into your eyes and stumble to find the words that are simply said as ‘I’m crazy in love with you’. I honestly want to just kiss you everywhere all the fucking time and be the person whose arms you fall into when your own aren’t there to catch you. I don’t want to be worlds apart from you anymore, I hate that the thought of you burns me more often than it soothes me nowadays and I want all these butterflies to be worth my while. Damn there’s so many things I want with you but above all, you can’t even begin to imagine how badly I want this world I’m in to be mine and yours. How badly I want it to be ours.