I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
I wonder if she cares as much as I did. I want to know if she needs to know how your day went, or if you slept well. I wonder if she cares if you had a good day at work or if you passed your test at school. I wonder if she knows to get you ice cream or brownies when you’re sad. I wonder if she knows you need a reminder of how beautiful you really are or that you like the back of your neck kissed.
I wonder if she is exhausted. It’s exhausting loving you. If she isn’t exhausted, then she can’t possibly love you as much as I did.
It’s three in the morning, I’m exhausted, and I’m struggling to keep my eyes open. Every time I almost fully fall asleep, I hear your voice say my name, and my eyes open quicker than you could ever even imagine. But then everything is quiet again.
I don’t know what’s worse. Losing sleep, or thinking over and over again that you’re here when you’re not.(via youmejustcrash)