Its strange how quickly friends can become strangers. Quite cynical how one can talk everyday to not talking at all. Weird to think that the people that matter to you most will no longer be a drive away. But I guess what matters is the people that stand by you. Despite the complications, they stick around because you mean more than something to them. Those are the people who are worth caring for. As for the others, it’s a hair flip, a shoulder shrug, just a mere toodaloo.

I keep making mistakes. I keep doing things wrong. I have all these chances to prove myself, but I don’t. If only I could go back, and fix everything. Make things right. Make things the way they should be.

I knew it was coming. Why did I even try to talk myself out of it.

Can we cuddle?

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch. Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. You’ll peck at my neck while I laugh and tell you to stop. We could whisper cute things to each other over pillows that no one else could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.

(Source: julianplowden, via thisboythatgirl)

Waiting around for something that’s never going to happen.