Madison. 20. English Major. Waitress. Hopeless Romantic.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear [insert URL here],
I just want to get lost in the curve of a road.
I’m trying to figure this out, with my heart rushing in and out like this, it makes it difficult to feel anything but confused. Your hand twisted, tangled into my hair, you look into my eyes wondering if I am here in this moment with you. Because usually I am off in a land mine of scarred hearts, but tonight it beats for you. I need your soul to let me slip in, grab ahold because once I do, I won’t know how to let go; it’s not my style. i need your soul to welcome me with open arms, to accept all the luggage I bring to your doorstep, I need your soul to smile at mine with they intertwine. that will help me figure ouot, that nothing from the past is worth more than this moment with you, worth more than any moment anywhere anytime. because you got that kind of smile that could make me forget any sort of love.
Just a few moments staring your eyes I could still see, the love we had isn’t just in me.
And even with all the lies these people tell eachother, I can’t help but feel jealous that at least someone is trying for them. I wish someone would try for me. I would try for you, I really would. You, that person that I haven’t laid eyes on yet, I would stay up late to help you study, I would cry when you cried and I would smile when you held my hand. I would.