z.

he tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be. i think he wants to be gentle with me.

chain smoked.

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face.

you weren’t the only one who thought of us that way. i spend most nights awake, wide awake.

ironic that i’m so desperate to find you and it’s breaking my heart to keep hitting dead ends. the odds are that i’ll never hear from you again. you probably felt the same way when i disappeared. this is miserable.

i wish i could go back in time. not to change anything, just to live it all again.

darling, close your eyes because you’re about to miss everything.