Ask me anything
“ I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you. ”
I’m starting to realize that you aren’t coming back, and if you do it’s to use me and leave me here alone with all these horrible thoughts. Why do you think it’s okay to do this to me and why are you being so selfish? I want to give up so bad, but something’s telling me I shouldn’t.
“ And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense. ”