(You.) I do lay awake thinking of you. I go through all of my favorite pictures of us. I think about all of the amazing times we’ve spent together. I think about the fights we had and how stupid most of them were. I think about the times we were on the brink of extinction. I don’t think about how, or why we broke up anymore. I just think of all the happiness you brought to and still bring to me. I think about ending up together again with no hard feelings or thoughts about the past. I’m trying to be happy, and lately it has been working. I worry myself sick to make sure you’re doing okay. I still want to hear how you’re doing and how your day went. I want to hear your voice, and know you still think about me. I still have your cover of Blood Bank on my phone, and I listen to it every night to get to sleep. Yeah, with tears in my eyes, but sleep is sleep. I think about you. How beautiful you are. How smart and clever you are. How hilarious and dorky you are. How your fingers fit perfectly in between the spaces of mine. You hate the word perfect, but to me perfection is an opinion, and you’re a handful of perfect (to me). You still have me. All of me. I’m here to listen. Here to help. Here to cry on. You know that I always will be. We were stressed. Money. Work. School. You name it. It was there. Maybe we moved in together too quickly; engaged too hastily. Nothing seems normal, and every day is tough. I’m trying to stay positive. I really am. I’m ready to see you happy. Whatever it takes.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 07:22:48 +0000
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