Wearing Nothing

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“it wasn’t like she was in love with him or anything. no, love would be too simple an explanation. love would be blush-y butterflies tumbling around her in tummy after a late night filled with tentative kisses under the neon sign at the bar. not the crashing waves of emotion that chilled her to the core and sent a romantic stream of acid to banish any trace of butterflies from the pit of her stomach. these feelings were so strong that she couldn’t put a finger on them. all at once, love seemed like a blanket statement for something that was much greater than us all. something that was religiously sacred. was he her religion? if he was, you could find her kneeling at his altar in worship, in total awe of his presence. but no, religion was too broad of a concept to be applied to this man. he was, to put it simply, everything. maybe she was “in everything” with him, as idiotic as it sounds. everything seemed like enough to describe what he made her feel.”

" Συνδύαζα τραγούδια με εκείνον για να αισθάνομαι πως είναι εδώ τις ώρες που λείπει.. "

I’m sorry I can’t be everything you want. I’m sorry it’s complicated though you say it’s not my fault. It’s selfish just to fall apart but what am I supposed to do when everyday I am forced to spend time with you?

I tell myself I’m done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all the laughter That I forget about the pain

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eyes