BUT WHY ARE WE MAKING NEW PAGES.
i don’t fucking know. blah. asd;flkashdgas;dlfkadsjf. creys.
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I’m confused.
ooc: no one knows hahaha :P meh
ooc: Welcome to my world, Addie. Bahahahahha. I’m hella confused rn.
Wait… Are they thinking of starting over? B-B-But. God fucking damnit. ;_;
I hope not. Blah.
(Source: ask--a--goldstar)
Text: ..Oh. Well. Thanks. I’m still sorry.
I remember the day I lost my mother at the grocery store
I was six, and too short to see over anything
The shelves towered over my head,
Stacks and stacks of juices galore
Blocked my view as I frantically spun around in circles
Looking for that one familiar face among the crowded room
For those moments
I couldn’t breathe
I couldn’t speak
My heart stopped and the world
Was somehow put into slow motion
Every step
Every movement
Every second ticked and tocked before my eyes
And I couldn’t do anything because
I couldn’t breathe
I’ve never felt so lost before
Last night I fell asleep in your bed
And the hollowness of your room haunted me
The imprint your body left on the mattress
Was still there
And I tried aligning the angles of my body to fit yours
‘Cause maybe I could feel your touch
Maybe I could feel your skin
Maybe I could feel your tender embrace
Like those times when you held me
And you told me “forever”
Do you remember forever, love?
Do you remember the day I asked your permission to claim you?
You nodded and I sang,
“Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours.”
Or have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten the way I reached out for you
My fingers grasping at the empty atmosphere before me
As you walked away?
Have you forgotten the tears that streamed rapidly down my cheeks
Falling onto the pavement below my feet
As I begged you to stay?
Have you forgotten the sound of my beating heart
Whispering your name over and over and over again
Just so you would turn around and kiss me one last time
As I watched you drive away?
I haven’t forgotten, love
For I can never forget
The look in your eyes as you bade me farewell
For the very last time
The last time you kissed me
I sat on your bed
Watching you pack your things into that suitcase of yours
And I had trouble catching my breath
You rolled your luggage down the hall and
Gently lifted it into the trunk of your car
Baby, I tried to make you stay
But I couldn’t breathe
I stood on the sidewalk and watched you drive down the street
Until I couldn’t see you anymore
I waited for you to turn around and come back
But you never did
So here I am on your bed
Aligning the contours of my body with
The imprint you have left on your mattress
With the hope that
I could still feel your touch
And I could smell your skin
And I could remember what it was like
To have you love me
For now
I’ll hold my breath and
Pray for the day when the wind decides to
Sweep you back into my arms once more
Or maybe
I’ll never breathe again.
Text: “For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.” - T. S. Eliot ..You didn’t— You didn’t mess anything up. I mean, I did that. So, don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize.
Text: I just don’t, Cam. I don’t know the connotation of the words I exchanged with you because… They’re words I hardly ever utter. I don’t know.
