So something hit me and I’m suddenly remembering that time I dried your hair, tip-toeing so that I could get better access and you turned and looked at me with that almost-closed-eyes-smug look I usually fall for, and we were standing so close and your hair was so soft and I was ruffling it but I wasn’t actually drying it.
And that time when you came to coax me out of one of my no-leave-me-alone-no-human-interactions-please days and you were so attentive and so obliging, so unlike your usual distant don’t-care-hipster character, and you actually held the water to my lips and you jokingly said you’ll make such a good husband and we somehow ended up talking near the door and you leaned backwards to be in a cool posture but accidentally switched off the light.
And that time when you somehow ended up sleeping in my bed and I woke up in the middle of the night catching you drawing pictures on my back and whispering but when I turned you pretended to be asleep.
And that time when we had that tutorial together and I was so intoxicated because you were wearing that navy blue shirt I loved on you so much and I even texted you about it in the middle of my group meeting but you weren’t paying attention to me at all and I was so on edge but in the end you waited for me like it was the most natural thing to do.
I don’t know, this is wrong and I shouldn’t even be thinking of all this and I’m thinking I kinda miss you and I yearn for the intimacy but I also can’t deal the equally hurting feels that comes with it so I won’t try for our lives to intertwine, I’ll leave them as they are. I hope you’re happily (or not so happily) reading tweets and being sarcastic with life. And that you think of me sometimes and at least wonder how I’m doing..
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people."
— Paraphrased and mixed from Katrina, M.K., and Unknown (via blua)