Billboard for billboards.
|E:||I'm so jealous of any man who has spent time with you.|
|Me:||Don't be. None have ever been able to keep me.|
|E:||It isn't a matter of keeping, or of possession. It is simply an experience I have longed for. I am envious of those who have enjoyed your company.|
cracked lips are cool tho cause it literally hurts to smile
makes my apathy grow ever stronger
A rip tide out of nowhere. A rug pulled so quickly from beneath your feet, you’re not quite sure it was ever there. A punch to the gut, leaving you breathless. Waking up, and realizing it was all a dream. That’s the feeling I can’t shake.
He twirled my hair around his fingers. Playing. Pulling. He looked at me as if he was attempting to have some deep passionate expression on his face. He leaned in to kiss me. I could feel the rupture in my chest as soon as he pressed his lips to mine. You. It was you.
You became such a part of my life so quickly. You’re my best friend, my lover, my confidant. You knew the deepest parts of me like the back of your hand, despite however ugly or beautiful they were. You accepted me. You watched me cry. You held me close and listened. You listened.
I want to tell you something. Something important. Will you read this? Are you reading this now? You left. You didn’t leave. You were never here.