There are moments, when you’re getting to know someone, when you realize something deep and buried in you is deep and buried in them, too. It feels like meeting a stranger you’ve known your whole life.
all i do is lounge on my butt and complain and be bitter
I remember when you meant everything.
I could only breathe properly when you gave me oxygen.
My world revolved around you, but I did a damn good job making sure it didn’t look like it.
Now you’re gone, because you believed that I didn’t fall for you, like you had for me.
But now I can breathe in any type of air, and keep myself alive without you.
And I guess it’s better that way.