ill say your words wont ever impress me, but im a curious mess; everything impresses me.
It was the last day. i could do anything before i chose to do nothing. that was the last minute. i wanted to kiss him so bad. In the most passionate way. but there was a dearth of courage in me considering he was peculiarly gentle and i was by and by troubled. and we both seemed distinctly sure of everything. but of course i knew i was questionable about everything going on; and in the matter of a whole minute of whole my mind, or my heart, or my soul going completely in circles all i could do as he stood up  was grab him and go in his arms because i knew that one day hed want to mysteriously kiss me. he was openly obscure yet i understood him so simply. and i find beauty in him that no human will ever seem to master. and if there is no love in me for him, i will never know where my head has gone because these past three years feel like seconds of nothing that mean seriously everything seeing all i wanted was a kiss.
meow.
i feel alone.

i feel alone.

im happier when im not talking to him but he’s the only one i could literately talk to for the rest of my life.

im happier when im not talking to him but he’s the only one i could literately talk to for the rest of my life.