The fact that I still catch myself thinking about the way you wrapped your fingers around my heart and suffocated it makes me wonder about what I would have done if I had realized what your fingers were doing wrapped around my heart so tight and what you were in the process of damaging my most precious *****.
6 years ago you meant nothing to me, 6 year difference doesn't seem like much, and yet in 6 years everything will have changed, hopefully I won't still get shivers, when someone mentions your name
If I were asked to write what my thoughts were about you, I'd fill pages with run on sentences about every freckle laying on your pale skin and every hair that rises on my arms when you whisper my name. I'd dull pencils trying to describe very inch of you beautiful smile and how I'll forever miss the taste of your warm lips on mine during a cold winter night. I'd ink every page in this ******* place, and I'd make sure to scratch out words that wouldn't sound right next to your name.
All of these years I thought that "love" was just something I made up to be nothing at all really until I realized there were no other words to describe how I feel when your name gets brought up