I’ve never understood why someone would take someone back after all the terrible things they’ve gone through because of them. Without that person, they seem so much happier and better off. However only that person has that sharp feeling of pain and hurt, that no one else understands. No one knows how they cry at night, or sink to the floor when something reminds them of that person. I always find myself going back, as if it was just yesterday we had seen each other, and that there never was a fight, I wasn’t crying all day, and forget we haven’t spoken for months. For four years now I’ve found myself coming back to this boy. No matter who I was “in love with” at the time, it was as if only he and I existed when we were together. I’m scared to death for when he goes to college in North Carolina this Fall. I keep it in the back of my mind though that the second we meet faces again, it’ll be like nothing had happened. If I had it my way, we’d prance around naked all day, playing Zelda and eating bacon in a little hut made out of straw, which would then catch on fire burn to the ground and then we’d be homeless but the fire hasn’t happened yet so it’s okay. Anyway as much as he makes me cry, scream, yell, bleed, bite, hit, whatever I do out of my anger fitted rage; It sucks a lot because at the end of the day, I love him even more than the one before.
Mine: sendmelovethroughpostcards.tumblr.com
His: takingbackmeep.tumblr.com