Sometimes I wonder why I spend/waste my nights writing about you when you won’t even see these. But then I remember that there’s always the small unlikely chance that you will. And if chance happens to be in my favor you will read these useless thoughts and you will smile, and I will die knowing that these nights spent on you weren’t useless after all.

It would be more than pleasant if I had a more than a friend, less than a lover, typa relationship where the opposite end understands that I’ll be in and out, busy, and focusing on other things but still manages to stick around.

Despite the mere thought that there is almost zero logic in that, I would very much appreciate a homie slash almost lover kind of guy.

When I kiss you for the first time the stars will shine even brighter for you and the birds will sing melodies of rejoice. The wind will whistle tunes for your beauty, and I will dance in the way your mother had raised you.

If ever I come across a person who positively changes me in any way, shape, or form whether it may be spiritually, and/or mentally, they definitely will have a spot in my heart.

It’s one thing when people don’t have hope in you, it’s a whole different story in a separate dimension when your parents don’t have hope in the things you do.

From now on, I will strictly do me. Fuck what other people think, they just don’t know.

There’s so much the world has to offer, and I vow not to let emotions get in the way of exploring. What are the chances of me and a significant other getting married? Probably very low. If whoever I meet is “the one” they’ll do anything to live up to my hectic life. Like all the advice I receive from older friends, do not settle for less.

I wonder if you secretly miss me, even just a bit and tell your friends about how much you do so. I wonder if you’ve even attempted to reach me at all. I wonder why I didn’t put our friendship first rather than our relationship. I wonder if you ever check up on me or if I was even special. I wonder if you lay in bed thinking about me in the cleanest way possible as I do you.

But then again I wonder myself why you still come off to me as amazing twhen really you’re an ordinary person.

(Source: averyantonio, via mostprominent)

Am I allowed to just miss you? Without any reasoning or explanation. I miss you. Nothing else. I wish I could tell you so and you would understand without added detail. How much do you miss me? What do you want to do about it? So you want to get back together? No, I refuse to answer, I just miss you, no questions. Nothing more, nothing less.

It’s really lovely to know that you still occasionally think of me. Err maybe occasionally is a bit of an overstatement.

…sometimes?
…hardly?
…rarely?

K fine, second to none.

You know that feeling when you’re amidst nobody while intoxicated, and your whole body is somewhat numb. That phase right before knocking out. It’s like nothing negative exists, erm something like that. And like you focus on one physical object and everything around it slowly fades away. 

I love this feeling, I’m like in my own zone.

I’ve concluded that the main reason why you continue to come across my mind at the most random times of day is the lack of closure I received when we parted ways. Neither of us had any last words what so ever, I can’t even recall the last thing I said to you, or you said me, or what the conversation was about. And I’m hardly sure of the exact month or date we decided to shut each other out of our lives. 

Had we told each other how we felt and then part ways, I would have been fine with that. Not a single Thank you was mentioned. But I’ve managed.

I never understood how certain people have the tolerance to live/grow up in one city or one state their whole lives. Then again those same people don’t know what’s out there, so I guess they can’t complain about not seeing something they haven’t experienced. 

Maybe it’s a traveler thing.

The one thing I hate more than waking up in the afternoon, sleeping through the sun’s Hello, and missing the birds beautiful songs, is remaining indoors while adventure exists.