xoerica-blog:

I saved that song you sent me; I saved a lot of things. You never were straight forward, I searched for endearment in the smallest of things. Held onto every word hoping that in context they were telling. I remember going over the senarios in my head, the hopes, the maybes that were nos. I remember how silly it was but how happy it made me. I can’t tell you exactly what kind of happiness it was, but I remember the months being beautiful. You were an idea, not a person. A tease, a mindfuck. You were alwAys there. Not always. Not ever.