Seaglass

One is one too many,

One more is never enough

I worry about you. 




I fear losing you.


You never know the last time you'll see or talk to someone.


Losing you is my biggest fear.

I have fallen in love with a yellow eyed boy that has scars on his neck.

This is not goodbye hun, this is not where our story ends, infact I believe ours will always be

 

unwritten. 

The worst feeling in the world is getting mixed signals from a guy.

Just tell me where this is going so I know whether to move on or not.

To my dearest lumberjack,


The worst part of this coming to an end isn't the fact that I can't call you mine anymore. It's the things like no more "hey pretty girl" texts or not being able to listen to Kip Moore without tearing up. I won't be able to laugh at sloth jokes anymore because that was "our thing". It'll be hard for me to figure out the rest of my life without you in it, cheesey as it sounds, but we had it all planned out. I'll miss those honey eyes of yours and the way your kiss gave me a thousand butterflies everytime. So i guess before it all ends I should take advantage of every moment I have.

One kiss closer to the next but always one closer to the last...

"Perhaps we dont like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered.
This is where you belong."