after all these weeks my sheets smell of you when i sleep and i see you smiling at me and when i remember things you say, you make me laugh and i look forward to seeing you again and i smile a little to myself when i read your stupid texts and i turn and i think i smell your scent
this is not love this is no security this is no fairytale this is no romance but i like it this way.
maybe i had to give up everything for this, but maybe it was worth it.
