You have hurt me so much within these past couple of days. Although things seem like they may be getting back on track, I feel that the damage it has caused is irreversible. I just do not know what to believe anymore.

I sleep too much to forget our troubles and yet I lose sleep to tears and hollow hearts. I wish everything would be okay again. You are my everything, but I may not be yours.

thatkindofwoman:

I suppose if it were possible an artist could take a pen and gently sketch the lines of our bodies. The curvature could be represented by a meandering instrument. Mayhap, they capture the moment when your body’s grooves assemble against mine. Blurred lines sketch the messy passion in which we…

to-young:

this.