i miss the thrill of kissing you properly. the thrill of making out with you.
i miss holding hands with you in public. i miss calling you babe. i miss you calling me that as well …
i miss us. i miss the past sooooo much …
i don’t want to find that thrill with anyone else. and yet i’m craving it. half of me wants to find someone i can steal kisses with, someone i can BE with.
and yet the other half wants it with you.
i’m slowly losing my feelings for you.
and that scares me.
and don’t you forget it.
lol why does my brain go into overdrive at the wrong times … ?
someone teach me how to let go ….
Where i just don’t give a fuck anymore. I’m hurt, but i’m not broken. I’ll smile, no matter what shit i go through. Bottle things up, cause that’s what i’m good at. I’ll get over it eventually. This won’t matter how many years down the road anyways.
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It doesn’t matter what blog you run, this won’t ruin your page even a bit. xx
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