i NEVER want to be the crazy girlfriend stealing numbers from your phone, checking up on you. or getting mad about every girl that flirts with you. if your mine, and respect that than i have no worries until you give me a true reason to.
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after the worst day at work, fighting with my parents there was nothing better than laying on the couch with you, venting and you ever so gently kissing my forehead and whispering into my hair “even on your worst day you still make mine the best.” sooo perfect.
this. was. never. a choice.
it was always and will always be. fate.
i met you summer before freshman year, you had a girlfriend and i had a boyfriend. we never talked until a year and a half later. you were single as was i but once again it wasn’t our time. now its another year later and here you are right before me again. this time i will not let you go, i will not let this go. i’m amazed how in so many years we always end up back to each other.
it was crazy to hear you speak those words. i finally saw your human, your heart, your jealousy. you gave me rules about other guys because you say i’m too good and you only want the best for me. and i have to bring every boy to you because you don’t want them to be anything short of perfect for me. well go look in the mirror and tell me if that boy is perfect for me? we’ve come far and we still have ways to go but where ever we may be headed as friends, lovers, or both we’ll be fine this time around. i’m still shocked you told me you loved me… i’ve never heard you speak those words all at once, directed to me. it was perfect. you just pulled me and held me and as i let go you spoke them softly and almost faint but just loud enough for me to hear and smile. i’m excited for our journey even though you’re moving soon we’ll be fine. we’re best friends and for the first time everything between us falling into place.
this has to be the worst. i hate knowing i can’t pick up phone to call you. its even worse feeling like you just don’t care. i fucked up and now i’m dealing with the consequences. fuck my life.
for the first time in a long time i felt hurt. i’m scared of losing you and the worst part is i only blame myself. you are. y best friend and i hate feeling this way. i only want you happen and that’s why i refuse to burden you with me tears. i feel like you deserve a better best friend than me, some one who is more settled in life and not a reckless mess. when it comes to you i feel selfish because i hate sharing you not because i don’t want you to have friends or be happy in love but the fact you are the constant in my life and i’m not sure if i can make it in this world alone.
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