sudden sadness i hate this feeling
I FUCKING MISS YOU.
I need to see you, at least. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you! I wish I was brave enough to say it but I’m not. I’m shouting it out for the world to hear but I’m too weak when I try to put you in the story.
I fucking miss you, it hurts. I wish you knew.
People who appear strong on the outside, usually are the weakest inside.
"You can’t be wise and in love at the same time."
I miss you, I terribly do. All I ever did this day was to miss you, and think about you, and miss you.
"Has it ever struck you that we spend our whole lives waiting—waiting at traffic signals, waiting in line, waiting for better days, waiting for change, and always, in whatever mode it takes, waiting for love?"
You’re the kind of imperfect that I want to be with.
I hope I have sweet dreams of you tonight.
- Me: *tries to talk to her*
- Me: *doesn't talk to her because afraid of being rejected*
I think of you in the morning, in school, before I eat, when I’m busy trying to copy my lectures, when I’m in the middle of studying, when I’m out with my friends, in the night, in my dreams and all the more when I’m doing anything but nothing.
I miss you;
I miss how you laugh, I seriously can’t stop thinking about you. I wish I could tell you how much you make me shake in nervousness in the happiest way possible, how my legs shake and my stomach crunch when I stand next to you, how your eyes say the most meaningful of words in silence and how you make me fall with the words that remains to be unsaid.
In the day, I carve your name at the back of my notebook. At night, you still manage to get me in my dreams.
I think I’m falling in love, I don’t know why, I don’t know how. I’m going to get hurt, yes, but that’s alright. Hurt me with words left unsaid, It’s okay.
I wish I had the guts to tell you all of this.