I’ll always be yours. No distance or time apart will change that.
Distance is never a reason to break up. If you love someone you stay together. Breaking up shows your weakness. Distance is an obsticale. You get through it, it shows your strength.
If you can touch and hold and support the one you love, cherish it. If you can hold their hand and kiss their lips and play with their hair, consider yourself lucky. Being in love is a gift. Being able to breathe the same air as them is an even bigger gift. The next time you see your love, take a moment to breathe them in and realize how lucky you are to have them.
It’s midnight and you’re in my mind instead of in my bed. You’re so far away when I need you so much closer. I need your messy hair and tired eyes. Your soft skin and pouting lips. I need you. I need you in every way a person could need another. I need you in my arms, I need your voice whispering sweet nothings, I need your lips against mine, our legs tangled in the sheets. I need your skin to sink my fingers into and I need your blue eyes looking up at me with such passion it steals my breath. But most of all I just need your presence to get me through the night, to give me something to love. It’s midnight and I need you.
I want to be someone’s.
I want to be someones favorite person to talk to. I want to be someone’s reason to stay up at night. I want to be someone’s reason to keep their phone in their hands at all times. I want to be someone’s reason for smiling. I want to be someone’s safety when they feel scared. I want to be someone’s comfort when they are hurt or sad. I want to be someone’s first choice. I want to be someone’s.
Send me ‘unf’ if you find me attractive?:)
do u ever have to start a song over bc YOU FORGOT TO FUCKING LISTEN.
I want someone to really want me. Make a big deal about me, tell me I’m on your mind way too fucking much but you kinda like it. Make it completely obvious that I’m the person you want. Tell me you can’t wait to see me; show me how you feel so I can feel it too.
Make me feel something I’ve never felt before. Tell your friends about me & I’ll tell them about how you make butterflies swam my stomach. Want me as much as I want you.
The difference is between me and you is our hearts. My heart is so broken and bent up; it has holes and stitches; it’s barely living. It’s weak. My heart can slip back into old addictions so easily but you… Your heart is so pure. No ones came along and stepped on it or stabbed it or ripped it into two. It’s so rare to find hearts like that.
I know I’m gonna fuck it up. I’m gonna make it look exactly like mine and I’m fucking scared. I don’t want to see your beautiful heart turn ugly like mine. I’m so sorry.
I wrote this for you awhile ago (via r3-cov3ry)