SIX POINT DEFICIT I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS GOOSEBUMPS AND TEARS
Well, Croatia is the team to beat in this group. *cries* Two minutes left in the first quarter.
Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.
I don’t mind, really – people always talk. About things they don’t know and times that have long been swallowed up in space and heartaches that are entertaining and all these things they shouldn’t even bother themselves with but do – so I don’t mind.
With you, my dear, I feel safe. Maybe it’s the oddness of it all, maybe the lacking of your touch, maybe the abundance of it, maybe it’s the confusion in your drunk kisses and the clarity in your fickle sobriety, maybe it’s that I’m a million miles away from wherever anyone thinks I am, and maybe I’m just tired of love.
Or lack thereof.
And maybe, for the first time in my life, that’s okay, too.
The lacking requires filling, and yes, I need some replenishing.
In these dry hours and as my hair impales my watery eyes and as I lose myself in the melodies I am not familiar with, I’m finally okay with not being okay.
Tear me down and build me up and inhale me until I can breathe again.
A STRONG FEMALE LEAD AND A MAN WHO IS WOUNDED AND BROKEN AND LOOKS AT HER LIKE THE SUN I WANT TWENTY