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You weren’t the first one to touch my naked body, but you were the first one to touch my naked soul. I know you had to leave eventually… I just wish you didn’t have to go. I miss the way you kissed my lips. I miss the way you touched my skin. Lay with me beneath the trees, like we once did before. Smoking joint after joint; I want so badly, what we once had before. I’m dying without you… My tears fall to the floor. I miss you, my love. Why did you have to go?
I love it when people are affectionate with me. I like when they always invite me places, or text me, or call me. I would rather have that person than someone who makes me text them first all the time and replies back like 10 hours later.
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the daydreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me doing what I should have done months ago: saying goodbye.
Mainly because the dream version of me is a moron. I’ll have some unfathomably hot girl in my bed. We’ll be making out, taking each others clothes off.. We might even get to the actual act of sex, but just when things are getting good, I’ll be like “Hey I’m gonna go make a sandwich!”. Then for the rest of the dream I’m on a quest to find the fucking mustard.