We hung out yesterday. You scooted over to the middle seat so that you could be closer to me. I blushed. “Oh now you don’t wanna sit next to me?” You teased, smirking . You put your head in my lap as I played with your hair. Our hands interlocked at one point. I smiled and looked down at our hands as I leaned into your shoulder, resting my head. Your hand soon crept up to my thigh. Can you be mine already?
—  yesterday // 1:10pm
Sometimes I look at you and I feel it. And I think you do too. It may be something just in the back of your mind, something you push out of the way and try to ignore everyday. But, what we had can’t just go away. It was fucking real, you know it and I know it. You’re with her now and I’m with him and we both have gone our separate ways. But it’s still there and I think it always will be.
—  We were each others first love’s, that doesn’t go away
Your eyes weren’t blue as the ocean. Your hair wasn’t stroked through. Your shirt wasn’t always tucked in. Your smile didn’t always make me smile. Your words didn’t always make mine stutter.
But
Your eyes were brown which shone through and told many stories.
Your hair reminded me of that cheekiness that you always had.
Your shirt smelt like you had rolled in beautiful flowers for hours.
Your smile reminded me that I was safe. You were happy. And I was safe.
When I heard you speak, you did not make me want to scream. You did not scare me. I never turned away from you. I guess your words calm me down.
You’re my home. You may not seem perfect to anyone else but you’re my home.
You are my home.
—  excerpt from a book I will never write #36