lying in bed and i feel like distance and breakups are usually bad things, but not always. like, for us it cemented our commitment and closeness. for them, it didn’t work out so great.
what if I told you this is your last shot?
does this mean that I make you happy,
does this mean that no one else can make you this happy?
do you realize what this means?
what am I waiting for
who am I waiting for?/
if I lost my best friend I might just lose my mind as well because half my brain would be worrying about you (are you alright? how about now? I’m sorry I can’t ask you out loud though but, are you alright?) and half would be worrying for my own good health and sanity (no one to show my gross fingers and bruises and scars to, what, i can’t remember am I supposed to just stare at them myself, is this how one goes mad? when there’s no one for them to show their scars to anymore?)