If I could just love you as much as you loved me on days that i didn’t react to you, I would hate myself- just a smidge less… I would forgive myself for how I no longer get butterflies when I hold your hand, Yet I can hear your butterflies flutter just as they did when we had our first kiss… Just a few of the moments I’ve stolen from us, All because I can’t seem to get over the things that have been stolen from me…
Currently going to a wave of depression and I feel as if im stealing the moments Im meant to share with my girlfriend because i cant get out if this wave.