while i still draw breath,,
yeah, i’m alive. and lovesick. and missing him so goddamnmuch. it’s so hard being so far away. i miss his lips and his touch. i miss the way he looks at me when i’m talking. i miss the glances we steal at each other when my mom’s around. why does everything in life have to be so complicated? my birthday is next week. and he won’t be here. i don’t think anyone’ll remember. a lot of people forgot last year. just another misery i have to get through. i just want his arms around me again. he makes me feel so beautiful. so safe. he is in my every thought, my every breath. it may be naive to think like this, but it just feels so right. i’ve never felt like this before, and i want to keep this going as long as i can. i just wish it would be easier.
xoxo
scaramouche
