Feb
11
I want to be able to go outside, without shoes, without a jacket, and breathe in the crisp spring air. I want to hold her hand and tell her how beautiful she is and lay in the grass, my head on her chest, looking up at clouds together, talking about us. I want to make her mixes of the songs that make me think of her and hide them around her house and make a scavanger hunt for her and have her find them. I want to go on walks with her and tell her I love her. I just wish she didn’t love her more instead of me…
