loving someone is hard. very hard.
because you cant stop thinking about them and every little thing makes you insecure.

because you spend all day waiting for them to call and when they finally do at 1 in the morning,
you force yourself awake just to hear their voice.

because you haven't talked to them in a week and you want to cry.

because you can’t live without them, and ‘god i hope i don't ever have to.’

because they fill the space in between life and busy.
the quiet moments that were empty before.

because nothing makes you happier than seeing them.
and nothing makes you happier than that except holding them.

because all the love stories and love songs and ballads and poems,
were written for the both of you.

because they’re the first person you think of when you wake up.
the last person you think of when you go to bed.
and the only thing you can remember about your dreams.

because you want to make yourself better, you don't deserve them.

because you want to **** them, they made you so worried.

because you miss them, and you’re lonely.
and no one else can make it better.

loving someone is hard.