I’ve drank too much tonight. Road trip tomorrow I have to stay sober this weekend. It’s a birthday I can’t fuck up.
I keep reading your writings and I want to reach out for my own selfish reasons, but I know you well enough to know you are trying so very hard to be a better you. I have love for you so I stay in my lane. Oh God I miss you so much. I want to call or text. Connect. I want to laugh over the things that don’t matter all the while not talking about he things that do. I miss you BL.
I miss the way you put me in my place, the way you love me the only way you know how. Free and unedited. I feel stupid because I know I want to disrupt what could be real happiness for you, when I claim all I want is your happiness, but do I really?
ion know BL I just don’t know. I keep my peace because to do anything else would be selfish and hurtful and ion want to be THAT chick.
It’s all love. Love