I hope you miss me when I’m gone because I’m just about there. All this… fucking around (for lack of a better term) is just a waste of time. If its ever going to happen, at least show me it will, because I’m sick of dreaming.
I can’t guarantee you’ll read this, but I hope you do. When I’m around you, I feel awake, as if without you life is nothing but a dream. The days blur together, but those spent with you are as clear as the air around us, and I hope the future hold many more. I can’t describe whats in my head other than a picture of a happy us, and its this image that gives me hope that one day we can share a future. I dont know how you feel about me, and being me I always assume the worst, but I hope this at least makes you think about the chemistry we share, how we think the same, and never fail to get along. We are like brother and sister, but I think we could be so much more together. Just think about it, for me.





