“I can’t give you anything. You deserve better than that.”

I looked down at the floor with teary eyes, whispering softly, “I never wanted you to give me anything. I just wanted you.”

—  I still do
There will never be a day when I won’t think of you.
Take care of him. Please.
—  To the new girl
I crave you.
I crave your fingertips dancing softly along my back, tracing circles as if you’re marking where to kiss me next.
I crave the softness of your lips landing on my neck and collarbone, with every kiss planting thoughts of the things you’ll do to me in my head.
I crave the pauses between our kisses, where an “I love you” isn’t said but is clearly known, the eye contact so strong that a person could tightrope along our gaze.
I crave the music in your voice and the art in your touch.
I crave you, endlessly.

Sometimes, I’ll just be going about my day and it’s just an average Tuesday and then sometimes – this feeling hits me out of nowhere.

This super heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.

And sometimes, when that feeling hits me, it feels like you’re with me and I can breathe again.

And in that moment, I will laugh because I remember something funny you did or how easily and unconditionally you made me feel love – especially today, in a world that doesn’t seem to love easily. A world that doesn’t seem to love at all.

And somehow, even if just in that moment, it seems like I’ll be okay again.
Maybe not today.
But someday.
Someday I’ll be okay again.

The world around us may have changed, but we haven’t.

And then sometimes, I remember you’re gone… but then, I’ll remember your smile.

And then I smile.

—  I miss you. I miss you so much.

Dove sei?
Mi manchi.

I just want to get out of here. I want to call you and tell you everything that’s wrong and i want you to tell me that its going to be okay. I need you to tell me its going to be okay.