Something about messy hair ugh I love itttt, so tempting just to pull it.
isn’t he a direction boy holy god
My favorrrrite part ugh
this makes me miss max 10xmore then i already did, UGH
I remember the first time you hugged me, I ran away so happy going “omg hes so cute” to all my “friends.” I remember the time I said to you, “we should hangout” and usually thats all bullshit because it never happens, but that Saturday night I walked all the way to newdorp to meet you, it was a routine that lasted a few months. I remember the first night we kissed, I swear if I can have that moment over and over again I would. it’s like you new I wanted it. I remember the first time we did it, silly drunk me. I remember the night you sat on your floor saying how much you love me, and I was saying how stupid you were because we just started. I remember the fights we always had, the first time we officially broke up and the way I felt and the way I felt when you texted me a half an hour later telling me to come over. I remember the night I told you I was in love with you. 5-6 months later, the feelings took control of me and I just new. The look you give me, Im in love with it. The way you grab my face and give me kisses that mean so much. The way you tear whenever we fight because you know you love me so much but it’s so hard when we both feel 2 different ways about a situation. I love you so much. I love your face, your eyes, your body, your touch whenever we’re having loves, the way you greet me in the morning when we both wakeup. I can go on and on, I really just had to write this down. It felt nice.
I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful.
I’ll never be able to understand human minds. This girl is gorgeous yet she hates looking at herself in the mirror. I know far too many people like this and I will just never get it.
And no matter how many times you tell them in so many different ways you can’t change their mind. And I hate that. I hate seeing people suffer.