to see nick

you know what i like to think about? harry in nick’s living room. barefoot. playing with stinky on all fours. his hair long enough now to shake it in front of the puppy to his utter delight (he lost his glasses that were pushing it up the moment he entered the house, pig and stinky too enthusiastic to see him). and nick. standing against the wall and looking. listening to the stupid noises harry’s making at stinky (even pig thought they were ridiculous so she proudly retreated to her bed). and definitely not thinking anything like ‘they’re my two favourite idiots’. definitely not.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.