I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
You don’t need another human being to make your life complete but lets be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but as cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
I want to be the reason that you fall in love again.