To cuddle and feel someone that close to me. To have them kiss me. To feel someone’s lips touch mine. To feel your skin with my finger tips. To have you touch mine.
"It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything."
"I just want to let you know that no matter how crazy unstable you get I’ll never leave. No matter how angry you are, no matter if you punch holes in all your walls- I’ll always be there. Because I know what it’s like to breakdown, I know what it’s like to want to make yourself disappear. I swear I’ll stay."
"I wonder if you ever talk about missing me to anyone."