sometimes I still think about the mistakes I made as a young, scared and just plain anxious 20 year old. sometimes I worry that you might think ill of me, or think that I truly am a crazy nutcase. sometimes I also think about the way we looked at each other through the glass and smirked.
always, I think I knew this was the funnest and most innocent love I would ever have.
tracing your face with finger tips, writing love on the precipice of your lips
something (someone) I’ll just never get over. and that’s okay.
❝ The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.
