Can’t remember the last time I used tumblr. Seems like it’s only when I’m down or going thru shit.
I feel like I waste my energy talking to people about you. They don’t get it. And how could they when I don’t even get it. I’m stressed. I’m tired. And I miss you more than anything. I feel like I’ve had a hole punched thru my chest and id rather stay still on the ground and just think about what that means for us. For me. Tonight is lonely. Every time I close my eyes I picture us together. How we were. Just laying around hand in hand. The way you looked at me. The way you touched me. The way you loved me.
And I know I’ll never find anyone who will love me that way. So pure. So committed. Real love.
(Source: -circa, via midnightdesire)