The first night that you’re here and I actually get to kiss you goodnight instead of just wishing I could will be the greatest feeling.
I swear you get more beautiful, every damn day.
Making the goofiest faces, talking about absolutely nothing and making weird noises at each other…
There’s no way I’d rather be spending my time. Except of course actually being with you.
I don’t understand how someone can be so goddamn beautiful, all the time.
Time for bed. I’ll be going to sleep with a smile on, tonight.
Friends don’t act like that towards friends.
/personal post.
I’m not a violent person like that, but I’ll even volunteer.
I have never been so serious in my life.
…. In this house. In this city. In this province. In this time zone.
Excuse me while I go bawl my eyes out now. Holy fuck I did not imagine it being THIS difficult. I hate this place. Why am I so sad..?
This one is a biggie. Please don’t break it.
I couldn’t handle that shit. Seriously.
Driving home alone on pretty much completely dead streets at 2am has caused me to think too much.
By the time I leave I will have more money saved than I intended to have.
So I think that means I’m going to blow some money on something I don’t really need.
Okay cool I think I’m gonna get a tattoo. Sounds good.
I’ve missed that laugh and that voice and that giggle and that smile. <3 Only a few months and you’ll be back in my arms and I’m going to kiss you all over.
I have a love/hate relationship with Skype, right now.
It’s almost 3:30am and I am tired as shit, but talking to her has become more important than sleep, apparently. And I’m not complaining.
