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"i don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

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"People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes."


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"The difficulties of a long distance relationship."

-I know it’s nothing a plane ticket or a car ride couldn’t fix, but God, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say good night after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say good night it feels like a good bye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up, you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss and how a “what are you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you will discover new galaxies in their laugh, how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, you’re one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and your love shall be awakened again. (via thecarissamaestory)

Four months.
Four months of putting on lipstick that doesn’t look bad on the webcam,
of trying to watch the same movie in sync,
of you always laughing just a few seconds before I do.

Four months of empty beds and empty arms,
four months of counting miles when I should be sleeping.
Four months of dreaming of lonely highways,
of dissolving state lines,
of you,
of you,
of you.

Four months of missing you.
Four months of falling for you.
Four months of postcards from a city your bones have never known,
four months of scrawling,
“believe me, baby,
I wish you were here.”