I don’t feel it (you) anymore.

And I don’t know how to tell you. Maybe I should wait until you come back.

I look at you, you look at me. We both smile. You come closer, take my hand. Push me against the wall.

All I can see is you eyes, your lips.

All I can feel is … everything. You, me, you holding me.

Then I realise that I’m only daydreaming. You walk past me and you smile.

Maybe.

I saw this beautiful, sexy girl yesterday. She looked at me and smiled. And now I can’t get her out of my head.

I’ve known you for a month. You’ll be gone for three.

What do I do with that?

You’ve been gone for a day and I already miss you like crazy. Three more months to go.

You better be worth it.

You know, those three words… They scare me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way. Sometimes I’d rather feel nothing. It’s better. It’s easier.

Love is scary.

I’m really happy when I’m with you. But I don’t know if it’s for real or if I’m faking it because when I get home, all I want to do is cry.

I met you a few months back for the first time. After that we haven’t seen each other, until one week ago. And that’s when I fell for you. Hard. You’re leaving in a couple of days and I’ll be stuck here.

“I do, but I don’t want to miss you. I wish I would never have met you,” is what I wanted to say when you had asked me if I miss you. But I just said: “Ofcourse baby.”

Fuck you for doing this to me.

I miss you.

Everyone tastes like you.