WHAT THE FUCKCKCKKCKKCKCKCKKkkkKkKKkkkKkKK.
Last night when I was completely fucking drunk, I realized something. I know I like you! I like you so much, you tell me everyday how beautiful and gorgeous I am…… BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS, not hot or sexy or cute…… you actually think i’m beautiful. You say the nicest things to me, and you tell me that you care about me a lot, but you don’t want a relationship. That’s what I want, that’s what i’ve wanted for a while, and I don’t know what to do about you. You make me nervous, anxious, happy, excited, all at the same time. When I see you, I just wanna grab you and kiss you. I want you to wrap your arms around me and never let go, I like you so much.
Me: I feel like a microwaved pizza…not baked, but really warm.
I LOVE YOU LINDSAY MACLEAN.
You’ve been gone for months now, but I still think about you every single day. I think about what it would be like if you were still here, if we would be together, if we would be happily in love, or what would have happened. I would give anything just to see you for 5 minutes, to be able to look into your eyes, to kiss you just once. I wanna feel your warm soft skin pressed up against mine, I want to wake up next to you in the morning and just look at you while you sleep, I want to hold your hand, I wanna taste your tongue on mine, I just want you. I miss you so fucking much that it actually hurts.
What do you do when you’re hopelessly in love with someone?
And I know that I’m always gonna love youuuu.