No, really, I do.

I just think of the little things. They make me smile. At the same time they make me want to cry my eyes out, unjustifiably.

I just like him. I want him to hold my hand and then I’ll catch him looking at me and we’ll smile together and my heart will melt.

melt melt melt.

i want to drive drive drive into the dark, blasting a subpar cd and feeling explosions when our skin touches.

but it won’t happen.

now i’ll let this fade away.