I’m glad you’re somewhere safe or at least you’re in the house with Christine because these winds are terrible and I’m happy that you’re not suffering it outside. I love you so much and miss you with all my heart.
Following someone on Tumblr and knowing them in real life and going to school with them. They post sad stuff on Tumblr and pour out their feelings. Then at school, they have to suck it up and act normal but you know they’re struggling.
I understand that sometimes, when you can’t get someone to love you back, the most human thing you resort to is showing them how hurt you are. You want them to feel the swelling of your heart, the way your veins loosen up, and tears that have never flown down your cheeks but somehow find its way into your lungs and suffocate you. And as much as you want to show them, you don’t. You don’t show anyone and you deal with it alone, which makes the every beat, every pulse, and every breath twice as heavy. A heartbreak, they call it. It’s tragic.
I don’t enjoy this feeling. Just this torture of talking to you calmly and normally when every second I want to just tell you how I feel, and how much I love talking to you, and how much I miss it. I want you to know that my day feels incomplete when we don’t have a conversation, and you make me feel like the safest person alive. And I just want to let you know how much you mean to me and wish you’d just do the same.