I just want to go to bed and forget you
he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side, he can see I’m blushing, and he looks over and gives a small laugh. I look up at him through half-lidded eyes, still embarrassed by the sudden physical contact. dimples, dimples and I see him smiling at me, we’re walking and I move even closer to him and rest my head against his shoulder. he guides us into a small book shop, and when we part, him to look at the science-fiction and I at the poetry, even for just a brief moment we look over at each other and slowly drop each other’s hands.
I sit here and think “why has it become so hard to talk to you?”
but I start to realize, that’s the intention to distance yourselves
I guess we’re done
and neither of us got the last word
written by Hamza Andreas Tzortzis (via thelittlephilosopher)
but all you really want is to be found.
written by (via audrotas)