Something started crazy - sweet and unknown

Something you’d keep in a box on the street. Now it’s longing for a home.

I miss you. I’ve been thinking about you all day, wishing you would text me. I could really use somebody to talk to right now, and you are the only one that gets me. Other than her, obviously. I mean, you don’t really get me. But I can talk to you. I just hate that our schedules are so different, I never know when to text you and when to not. 

I like that you came to me when you needed a distraction. You and I distract each other pretty well, I think. You should know that you can always come to me whenever you need anything. I will always be here for you, even if all you need is a friend, or somebody to listen, or somebody to talk and distract you.  

I think you worry that I’m going to get emotionally attached if ever things were to ‘develop’ between us. I will always be emotionally attached, but it’s not the way you think it is. I will always care about you, because what you did for me was no small thing - that doesn’t mean I’m in love. Although, I will admit, I’ll always be a little crazy for you.

I worry that when you see me, you won’t want me. I wish I was confident, like Bridgette, or that I had McKenna’s figure. I just need to relax and be myself. We’ve always gotten along best when I’m just myself. 

I don’t want you to think that I’m all about sex, though. I mean, I know we talk about it a lot. But it means something different for me than it does other people. For other people, it’s all about just that - sex. For me, that’s not what matters. The thing I love most about it is that, for that short amount of time, when I’m locked away with that person, nothing else matters but me and him - none of the bullshit, none of the stress, none of the pressure, none of the obligations. All that matters right then is that person, me, and doing our best to make the other feel good.

I like that. I like shacking up with somebody, closing the door on the real world and bolting it, just in case a distraction tries to walk in. I like losing myself in somebody and forgetting about everything else. I like memorizing every little thing about a person’s body, and the little things that make them unique. Bodies are so soft and warm, and I love that about them. I love being in a man’s strong arms for a little bit, where nothing can hurt me, because he’s holding me to him so tightly. 

I love escaping with somebody - even if it’s only for a few minutes. 

I’d like to escape with you. We don’t have to be in love to get away for a little bit.

And now, our bodies are the guilty ones who touch and color the hours.

imagine if it went the opposite way around

shavingryansprivates:

“music is my life :)” i say as i walk down the street listening to fall out boy on my 2nd generation ipod nano. but what’s this? the sound suddenly cut out! i quickly pull out my 2nd generation ipod nano to see that the battery has run dry. “NO!” i scream as i begin sprinting towards my home. it’s too late. i collapse on the sidewalk and die.