it seems to be something i can’t control. (somewhat like my newly discovered sleepwalking/talking talents.)

i still get butterflies when i talk to you. or text you. and i can’t let that go.

becoming addicted. withdrawls. breakdowns. 2 am rides in police cars. fines. a single phone call. bail. trust. love?…in all the wrong ways.

i do truly love him. but i wonder if maybe this type of love is more of a devotion. a reason. a habit. a comfort. maybe.

i’d give up my thursdays from now until forever for you. and you KNOW what happens on thursdays.

i am learning what it means to forgive someone. so for the time being, i’m being patient.

sometimes i think about you when you’re sleeping and i’m dreaming. do you dream about me? do you dream about being free?