After three years of sitting at home and doing nothing id expect something a bit better, but I guess nobody ever gets what they want right?
So I spent post valentines day at applepan, despite the fact that I don’t eat red meat, and now I’m stuck in my living room watching the Olympics.
Clearly I’m having a fantastic time.
You’re literally so comfortable with me that you feel like you don’t have to do anything for me.
I can’t promise that there isn’t someone else on this earth who will fall madly in love with you. But I’d like to see if she can also burn herself from the inside out with how she feels about you.
What I can promise is that if your trust in me is nothing more than a shattered glass vase, I’ll pick up the pieces with my bare hands. I’ll bleed for you daily, until I piece everything back together.
And I know that it won’t ever be as perfect as it once was, but I promise you that it will be more beautiful than ever before. ❞
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