I went to work today, you had the day off.

I was suppose to have off too, for the occasion. Today was for us.

Or it would’ve been, but it’s not, not anymore.

You texted me today about your long night and how you got to sleep in.

Your brothers in town and how you were off for his birthday.

Do you remember what today is? or was ..

I won’t ask you, instead I’ll just continue your conversation cause I just want to hold on to every last bit of you that you’ll give me.

But I wish we were out, celebrating.

Celebrating love and happiness.

But we’re not because we didn’t make it to today.

Happy anniversary anyways.

solkys:

maybe some day we will be two people meeting again for the first time

thechosenjuan:

honestly a good partner isn’t necessarily someone who loves the exact same things you love but rather someone who is willing to listen to you ramble on and on about a particular subject that you’re passionate about even if they have little to no interest in it

chessys:

can you die from lack of affection? Asking for myself

I’m driving myself insane on purpose

I know I need to just move on

I wish it were as easy as that

As saying it.

You don’t make this easy for me.

Your kiss. Your touch. Your affection.

It makes me feel good again, momentarily.

I know to you it’s nothing but a quick fuck.

I shouldn’t do this to myself but I’d do anything for you.