oh god i just can’t think about it anymore. i hate the way everything tastes the moment you walk out of my door. nothing ever feels quite so satisfying quite as dreamy as you waking up besides me and staying. without fear of what the morning sun may do to you. my love, even if you turn to stone, i’ll learn every prayer to bring you back from the dead and even if i can’t i will love you as a ghost. oh god can’t you see what this doing to me? i am no longer the person i told myself i would be what a crazy sort of jealousy to envy what will never be.