i want to lay here with you and listen to you spill your stupid broken heart out to me. i want to be able to hold you and plant kisses everywhere it hurts. i want to be the one that shows you the world is not as nasty as it seems. i want to prove to you that you are capable to be loved after all the shitty times you have in life. i fucking love everything you hate about yourself.
I think the hardest thing for me to wrap my head around is the fact that things won’t ever be the way they once were. Even if I tried to find your heart again, it would be much different than the way I left it.
After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.