Your future self is watching you right now through memories.

I needed my friends. I needed my friends around and they weren’t there. I guess if I really was their best friend, I should have mattered. But I guess I didn’t.

People scare me. They change their minds so quick. One moment it’s “I love you” and “you make me happy” and the next it’s “I’m not sure anymore” and “this isn’t what I want.”

I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my. Then sex.

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.