i fell in love with the ideal version of you. soft and vulnerable and full of poetry. but you were only like that when you were in love with other people. i fell in love with who i wished you could've been to me.

I really envy my alternate universe selves who get to be with alternate universe you.

My teenage son made me promise to confess to my crush tonight because he’s tired of hearing about it LOL.

Ghosting you was so stupid. I just want to be around you. 

I want to see you laugh and hear you talk about anything and feel my heart thump when I catch that first glimpse of you and stare at you like a creep. 

I want to over analyze our interactions and assign new songs to you instead of listening to the old ones over and over.

I love everything about you and I really miss you. You’re one of my favorite people in the world and I’m sick of pretending you’re not.

everybody but you exhausts me

I remember when I almost lost you and I remember how miserable I was. There is not a day that goes by now where I'm not reminded by the emptiness that was once there when you're gone.

I will always cherish you and fight for you with my dear life.

sometimes, at least for a moment, it felt like you loved me back, at least for a moment it felt like the most real thing to have ever happened to me.

I like the idea of you gardening and drawing and reading; it’s sweet. I’ve always wanted someone in my life that would sit and draw with me and do things that take patience. Someone that doesn’t need constant stimulation and can just sit with me, but can talk for hours with me, too. I’m just fantasizing when I imagine you might be that person, obviously. I don’t even know if you’re that kind person, but it’s nice to imagine it. Youre a bit edgy, but when you’re not in a group you seem pretty kind and have “soft” interests. The duality of it is really cute. I hope we can hang out sometime. I don’t really care that it’d just be friendly. I enjoy your company. You have a cute laugh.

-Sparkfruit

7 years and I'm still willing to wait.


Why does our time never match?

-maria

The world is burning and here I am thinking about your soft touch