Is it bad that when I’m not with him I’m constantly looking around to see if he’s there, to see if he’s looking in my direction? I constantly miss his company, his jokes, his laugh. And when he is there, and even when we’re just silent I feel so alive and at home.
Waiting for a text from you
Waiting for you to say you want me too
Waiting for you to give in
Waiting for you to ask me how I’ve been
Waiting for you to show up at my door
Waiting for you to tell me you’ve never wanted me more
Waiting for you to take me out on the town
Waiting for you to strip me down
Waiting for you to trace my skin with your fingertips
Waiting for your hips on my hips
Waiting for you to whisper you love me in the moonlight
Waiting for you to stay with me all night
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting to wake up next to you for the rest of my life.
One of the most beautiful and at the same time cruelest things in the world is falling in love with a fictional character.
Falling for their thoughts, for the way they talk and their deepest secrets which they only share with you.
Getting to know them better by each page, forming an idea of their facial expressions and making up conversations with them when no one is around.
And sometimes, you will spot someone on the street, with hair just like this character or a smile that reminds you of your daydreams and your heart will ache in the most hurtful way because you will never see all that characteristics combined in one person.
// maybe at another time, in another world…