Alcohol makes me stupid sorry for the stupid sad thing
I loved you first on that Tuesday in eighth grade when you first smiled at me
I loved you again when you showed up at my window and we kissed
I loved you then when we sat in my tent and watched how I met your mother
I kissed your cheek and you smiled at me
I loved you on all the rides home from crew
The crappy pizza from the gas station
That kiss you surprised me with in your basement
When you gave me your sweat pants on a cold night
And when you told me I was lovely
I loved you when you taught me how to pizza French fry on the skis and when you told me that you would take care of me
I loved you when you made fun of my driving
And my running
And my Harry potter addiction
I loved you when you comforted my sister and when you got a stomach ache ever fifteen minutes
And I loved you even more when knew that I was sad just by my laugh and my voice
I loved you when you knew everything about me and I knew everything about you.
I even loved you when you started ignoring me
And then still when you wouldn’t look me in the eye
And offered me no explanation
I loved you still when you talked about another girl
Thinking I wouldn’t care
And I still love you now
When you mention an old joke we had that rips my heart out.
I love you and it’s not fair
I have a panic disorder. While having an attack one day, I called my boyfirend because I was scared. He hung up the phone as soon as I said that and was over in no time to comfort me.
He doesn’t have a car.
He lives 10 miles away.
He ran.
Go write this in a book. NOw.
i NEED THIS
MARRY HIM
(Source: dean-the-hug-monster, via s-e-r-o-tonin)
The awkward moment you realize he programmed a room based off the guy who owns PLAYBOY.
(via forever90s)
