what do you do when you miss your exbestfriend/exgirlfriend/exeverything to a point where you send them stupid pictures so theyll talk to you, even if just a little responce, or when you feel a little empty after something exciting happens because you think about texting them to tell them about it? how do you tell yourself to go on? how do you get back into their good graces? how do you stop missing them?

alc0h0l:

It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.

If I allow myself a thought,

I find myself thinking of you.

If I think about you,

I think of your eyes.

If I think about your eyes,

I remember them crying.

If I remember you crying,

I think of how you cling to me when you do.

If I think of how tight you hold me,

I think of how much you must trust me.

If I think of your trust in me,

I think I like it.

If I think I like you,

I remember I love you.

If I allow myself a thought,

I find myself thinking of you.

If I think about you,

I think of your smile.

If I think of your smile,

I think about your lips.

If I think about your lips,

I remember kissing them.

If I remember kissing you,

I think that I like it.

If I think I like you,

I remember I love you.

If I allow myself a thought,

I find myself thinking of you.

If I think about you,

I think about your hair.

if I think about your hair,

I remember the feel of it in my fingers.

If I think about the feel,

I think of you cuddling with me.

If I think of cuddling,

I remember holding you.

If I think about holding you,

I think I liked it.

If I think I like you,

I remember I love you.

If I allow myself a thought,

I find myself thinking of you.

If I think about you,

I think of your hands.

If I think of your hands,

I remember holing your hand.

If I remember holding your hand,

I think of how perfectly our fingers fit.

If I think of how it was perfect,

I remember liking it.

If I think I like you,

I remember I love you.

lizziefaguire:

i don’t just want a boyfriend/girlfriend i want someone who laughs into kisses and stays in bed an extra hour with me every morning and buys me chinese food when i’m on my period and cries in front of me and lets me cry in front of them and someone i can take quiet baths with or have shower fights with and someone i can just be completely me around and i dont care how corny it sounds i just wanna find a soul mate