so still not sure what I am doing. I think I do like him but I also like torturing myself by knowing nothing can really happen. I crazily think he has to like me. For as much time as he spends with me and all the shit I do for him has to mean something. I do care about him, want what is best for him, & want him to be happy. I think we get along really well. He gets my humor & I get his. He is smart and teaches me things. I was in such a pissy butthurt mood when he wasn’t talking to me. Noticeably not happy. He is such a close friend of mine. He is very caring and
where all of my senses begin to go numb,
and you would still make me feel everything.
I could be unsure about everything else,
except for the fact that I belong wherever you exist.
And even before my vision begins to blur,
you would still be the only one I choose to see.
And if I were granted the privilege of only holding onto
a single memory for my keepsake from this entire night,
it would be the moment your lips collide with mine
right before you flawlessly move over me,
and whisper that you love me as if it were
a secret you could never trust upon anyone else.
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