sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day
sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)
sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it
sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be
Hi baby, I know you won’t see it tonight, but oh well. I’m just home laying in bed stoned & thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life. I know i’m a spoiled brat but I truly appreciate everything that you do for me. I even appreciate your hugs and kisses more than anything. I have never been this happy before in my life and that right there says a lot about how much you mean to me. I know i’m being all mushy and sentimental but I really do mean it even if it has only been a couple months, and I looove expressing these things to you. I just want you to have faith 100% in my feelings towards you and know that I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I love you Robert. & I hope this put a smile on your face. ❤
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.