So we sit on your couch on a Saturday night doing homework and watching reruns of That 70’s Show. But I don’t mind because I know I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you.
Nobody at all. Trust me. No one. Probably not even your own mother.
But it’s getting so damn hard. There are times I want to say I’m done trying to find the impossible in every single soul out there but a little part of me doesn’t let me give up. Fuck that little part of me.
— Looking For Alaska by John Green
I’ve learned that no matter how much of yourself you give to someone, whether it be a little piece or everything, they’re going to take advantage of it. It’s going to hurt no matter what. I guess that’s just a part of life and we’re always constantly having to deal with this inevitable pain. I hope one day I’ll just find someone to fully open myself up to without fear or doubt. I just want that feeling of comfort and comprehension. But here I am still sitting here completely terrified I may never find that.
But we can sit and pass the time.
No fighting wars, no ringing chimes.
We’re just feeling fine.
I need you right here, right now with me. I want to feel your touch stimulate that tingling sensation all over my body. At this very moment.
Is everyday getting harder? Or am I getting weaker?
Let love find you, let it allow you to grow.
If I could have any superpower I’d choose reading minds. It would solve a lot of problems! ✋
From what I hear about you now, I don’t think I’d want to remember anyway.