for the first time in a really long time—i didn’t run.
my heart is not whole, and you keep crushing it. but i spend night after night after night trying to rebuild it, just in case tomorrow you’re ready to take it.
you can be scared and walk away as many time as you want. but when you’re done running, you know where to find me.
and if it’s just so easy to talk about feelings, i’d ask you how the fuckin hell you don’t recognize the way I have loved you every day.
you are so god damned blind