I’ve been sick in bed for the week, a lot of drugs have been taken, that and the fever I’ve had has fucked with my brain quite a bit.
I stood up a few minutes ago and glanced out of my window… I never really put too much thought into it before, but I kind of hate that I can see the spot where I remember (the moment) falling in love with you almost five years ago. It makes me sick.
I wish I could have just one more day with you and spend it there, jump down through that trap door one more time, sit underneath it and look into your beautiful eyes for as long as I possibly could. Try to convince you of how much I really love you just by letting you see into me like I know you still could, if you wanted to.