I Was Thinking And Then I Started Crying

i was thinking and then i started crying

Mentally I'm in a big ass library with huge windows leading to a beautiful garden wearing a wavy dress and reading next to the window and every paragraph or so I look outside to see if my girlfriend is here yet. Physically online classes are apparently still there.

If I put down my pen I put away my weapon with which I fight my mundane existance.

She keeps my pieces together. Isn’t that love? Isn’t the letter she wrote? Isn’t the necklace she chose? Isn't remembering details about me or hearing my rants? Physical affection, in reality, you can get from anyone, but showing yourself to someone in the continuous question:

“Can you love me?”

And the fact that the answer keeps being:

“Yes, I can.”

Baffles me everytime.

I feel FATIGUED like send her to the seaside for her health type fatigue

Normalize this

Hey babe,

Its okay to skip pages or skim through the boring parts of book