If I was going down fast in an airplane and could make one last phone call to a loved one, it would be you. If I had one last gasping breath I would tell you that I still love you. I would want you to tell me you love me just one last time. Tell me I’m your favorite, just one more time. Because as much as I am over you, I still love you. I will always always always love you. The first time i’ve been able to look at you in over a year, and you still look at me like you did when we were in love. You still love me too, don’t you? I hope I’d be your last call, too.
just maybe, i do like him. just maybe though. i don’t want to do something as foolish as liking a boy who isn’t good enough. but what is good enough? i’m not sure yet. but he’s not it. and i can’t like a boy who has spent months and months and hasn’t made me his girlfriend. not that i want him to. but, he’s not for me. he can’t be. no. no. no. get that stupid idea of being with him out of your head. you should know better than that. you should know better than to like a cute boy who is nice. you really should.
“I really want to fall in love with some random guy who lives across the USA for a night. I want to have the best night I have ever had in my life with this guy. The best kiss, maybe even more. And then I want him to leave and go back home and never talk to him again.
Am I crazy? Maybe so”
My wish from over a year ago, came true. I fell in love with a random guy, had the best night of my life, and now I sit and wonder what he’s up to. What state is touring in now? I sit and wonder if he’s wondering about me. I hope he is. I hope I can have his fuck again.”
