I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
That’s what really scares me.
Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.
You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.
And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.
I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.
I’m scared it’ll be just you.
Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care.
It’s just so strange. You used to love me, and now you’re a stranger who happens to know all of my secrets.