Sometimes, I just want you to love me again. I want you to talk about our future together, while I refute every single claim you make. I want you to look at me with that original look: part adornment, part awe, all love. I want to ramble about random, sporadic things with you. Sometimes, I just want you.
But most of the time, I don’t.
10 months ago 2 notes personal late night musings