i keep staring at your name, screaming " TALK TO ME " in my head. as if you can hear it.

i think a part of me will always be waiting for you.

none of my scars can make me love you less.

if i ever push you away, i don't really mean to. when i tell you i don't want to talk about it, i do, i am just  looking for the right words. give me a minute, and if i can tell you, i will. i have thought too many things to tell you all at once. and i don't know what to say first. i get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. i miss you really easily, but i also like that we can be a p a r t and we both are okay.          space is good too. i love the way we love some of the same things. and i love how we love entirely different things. and i love you.