I remember the first time you called me beautiful. We were laying next to each other in my bed, and your arms were around me. I had been watching your face, and sat up to get a better look. I remarked on just how handsome your were, it was the first time I had really
You fucked with my feelings, you led me on, and then quit talking to me out of no where. Did I do something wrong? I always seem to. Did I say something to push you away? Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve had a broken heart for a few months now, and you know that.
This is me and this is who i wanna be: a little bit crazy and a little bit sane, sometimes loud and sometimes quiet, a lot of love and a little hate, a sometimes partier and an always reader, not an early bird and not a night owl, a rhythm-less dancer, absent minded and full
sir, no one in my life has ever meant so much to me. you honestly were the one person i felt comfortable discussing anything with. i told you my hopes and dreams, and i told you my deepest darkest secrets. i was able to tell you more than i had ever told anyone else, and
You are my soulmate and my best friend. You are my husband and my lover. You are my one and my only. You are my knight in shining armour. You are the thief that stole my heart. You are my reason to wake up in the morning and the reason I lay down my head
You’ve been up on this pedestal since I was sixteen years old, and you were….significantly older than sixteen. Then I met you, and worked with you, and we even became friends, and I was like “Oh, hey, that’s cool. Childish schoolgirl crush over.” And now that you’re NOT my director, and you see me as