Lost

gosh

For the last time, I want to feel you against my skin. I want to feel your warmth surrounding me. I want to hold you. I want to feel you beside me, breathing and not just an imagination that’s been clouding up my mind for weeks. For the last time, I want to feel your lips against mine. For the last time, I want you to know that I will always love you, no matter what will happen when we part ways. For the last time, I want you to know that you’ll always hold a special place in me.
For the last time, I want to touch your face and look into your eyes and promise to finally let you go.

(via ninetysevenweeks)

gosh

We ended things and now I’m supposed to forget.
I’m supposed to wake up tomorrow and act like you didn’t have anything to do with my life. I have to act like it doesn’t bother me when I wake up and check my phone to realize there’s no text from you. I have to pretend my heart doesn’t drop every time I hear you’re name. I have pretend that I’m doing just as well as the day before.
I sit and wonder where you are, I wonder if you feel the same. I wonder if pretending we didn’t happen is as hard for you. But I can’t help but think, you’re going through your day just fine, without needing me in it.

v.m (via writingboutyou)