You’ll shake your head and shrug your shoulders because you can’t tell her that I was the sun and the moon all at the same time.
You can’t tell her that the sound of me laughing in your passengers seat is your favorite song, and you can’t tell her that my eyes are your favorite color.
You can tell her that I was your best friend.
But you can’t tell her that you loved me like a storm because you couldn’t even get it passed your teeth when I asked you.
You can tell her that I was there for you always, and I picked you up every single time you fell.
But you can’t tell her that my hand fit perfectly in yours like that piece to your favorite puzzle that you lost when you were little.
You can’t tell her that every time I touched you I started a fire.
You can tell her that I’m gone now, but you can’t tell her that you wish I never left.
You can’t tell her that at all, because when I was standing there screaming inside for you to pick me you didn’t do a goddamn thing and you let me walk away.
You can tell her that I’m with someone else now, but you can’t tell her that you go to bed at night wishing you had his place.
I was open in a way I had never been open before and you let me slam the door. So when she asks if you loved me and if you still do, just say no. Let it burn in the back of your throat, but just say no.”
everyone is embarrassed of their fourteen year old self trust me if you’re fourteen right now you will regret whatever it is that you are doing at this moment
What, being a SuperWhoLockian, Tumblrian, and just being generally pretty good? I don’t think so.
screenshot this and look at it in 3 years