|the most private thing I'm willing to admit ^^|
4:28 AMHe told me He loved me.4:28 AM by Sjemenka
He told me He knew I should be His from the first greet.
Here I am, 5 hours into the night, lying in my bed, smiling, and awake from the overpowering excitement of Him loving me.
Me. The crazy weirdo. The nostril flaring. The hair dyer. The language quitter. The picky eater. The anxiety attack survivor. The Harry Potter reference machine inventor. The girl who loves Him back.
wishfulI often fantasize of a violent change in this terrible nothingness.wishful by Sjemenka
conversing with me.
like things evolved properly.
like a shift in your biology that would make you fond of saying ‘sorry’ once in a while.
like a constantly alternating timeline, where I don’t see all of the defeatist outcomes.
maybe just possibilities.
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