I lie down.

You lie on top of me.

You put your head down.

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay good-night.”

I scratch your back.

You pinch my side.

We close our eyes.

“We’re getting married.”

“I know.”

Your girlfriend doesn’t.

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December 22, 2011

You made everything almost perfect.

I’ll remember you always for that.

I hope to God you mean every word you say.

I pray that you won’t forget.

My Mamma always told me that the less I hope for the more I’ll appreciate surprises.

Do you remember

When you asked me to tell you everything?

If I could tell you everything now I would tell you this:

I miss you.

I miss seeing your smile.

I miss kissing you good-bye.

I miss you telling me that you miss me.

I miss you holding my hand.

I miss talking to you all day everyday.

I miss feeling like you were falling in love with me.

I miss you squeezing me tighter and tighter every time I moved.

I miss your drunk calls, your rough hands, and your silent laugh.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you every day all day.

I want to be the best friend you asked me to be.

I want to tell you everything.

I want this to end.

I want my tears to stop.

I want to lie next to you.

I want to feel your heart beat with my head on your chest.

I want you to purposely give me the goosebumps.

I want to fall off the bed with you drunkenly.

I want you to tell me again how I am the only girl you’ve ever had real feelings for.

I want you to worry about the future.

I want you hold the door open for me.

I want you to be worried each time my feet hit the floor.

I want you to hum as you dance with me in your backyard.

I want you to drive the the boat with your hand on my leg.

I want you to sit in your truck with your arm around me.

I want you to think of me whenever you play pool, smoke a cigar, hear Steve Miller Band, and watch football games on the couch with your dad.

I want you to have my name racing through your mind when you hear songs about love.

I don’t want to give up on us.

I don’t want to take a break.

I don’t want to ever fight with you again.

I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me.

I don’t want you to get with other girls.

I don’t want you to be afraid to grow up.

I don’t want not know what to say to you.

Most of all, I want the opportunity to fall in love with you. I want to be your best friend and your girlfriend. I want to work through the hard times without any doubts. I want to be with you the way I know we should be and I want to tell you all of this.

I pretended to be stronger than I am.

When reality hits it’s nearly unbearable. I’ve waited this long to make us work. I’ve tried so many times and we both just gave up. We gave up because it was too hard. We couldn’t handle it. I want it to be easy. I want you to remember that I’m the only girl you’ve ever truly cared about. I want that to be more important than your need for sex. I want that to be more important than consuming as much alcohol as possible. I want that to be more important than almost dying again. I want the nights of us lying together to mean more than the nights of you fucking girls you don’t remember. I want you to realize that I understand you. That I may need you. That I was very close to being in love with you.

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When I’m forgotten..

there are no winners.

Don’t

scare me like this please.

(Source: butidontmind)

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