Even after he left, it was like he was still there.
I’d still wait for his text at 8 while watching my favorite show at night.
I’d still eagerly wait for McDonalds on Friday at 1:45 in the afternoon when we’d go together.
I’d still go asleep, desperate for morning to come so I could see his face again.
I’d still wait for him to come up from behind me after school and walk with me.
I’d still expect him to wait for me before lunch.
I’d still love him.
I still love him.
I love him.my words to you after 2 months (via itzonlyyoubabe)